I’ve written creative nonfiction essays for publications including Grain, The Rumpus, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, The Atlantic, among others. Here are a few samples of my work.
The Salish Sea is a wet lung breathing outside our balcony while Doug and I sleep. It inhales and exhales all night long, sucking seaweed into its salty windpipe, spitting crustaceans upon the shores of Galiano Island…Read It
Ever since The Accident, Mum considered all black cars to be rakshasas—demons, in the parlance of Hindu mythology—especially on Saturdays, a day governed by Saturn, the planet responsible for delays…
Dear Hot Canadian Zumba Teacher, you didn’t know she’d had a heart attack a thousand miles away in Iowa. You didn’t know that I had just returned from flying there, lung disease and all, to see her in a cardboard casket and watch it slide, inch by inch, into the crematorium oven….
Here, amidst the shuffling carousel of seniors, this handsome elder really stood out. Unlike everyone else in the room, he was taller than me. He also had style: black satin shirt and gold necklace style. He strode up to me and bowed….Read It
In my memory, I am 11 years old, lying on a massage table in a dimly lit room. Two women are rubbing herbalized oil into my skin. At first, I’m a little insecure about my bony ribs and chest, but as the women’s hands sweep across my body, I settle into a state of deep relaxation….Read It
Everyone knows grandparents have a limited shelf life. That’s why, anticipating my paternal grandmother’s imminent demise, I began saving her letters when I was 10. Given that I am now 40 and she’s 100, you can imagine I’ve amassed quite the stash of pressed pansies….