Unlimited
There is one, fragile moment that cannot leave me. Ever since I saw the Hollywood remake of Wicked, I have felt the pull of a moment I want to invite you into.
Imagine this: chaos, raw and unrelenting. Guards storming in, shouting “Get her!” Their anger is a living thing, thick and suffocating, batons raised like extensions of their rage. And there, caught in the eye of the storm, stands Elphaba. Accused. Cornered. Betrayed by forces beyond her control.
The air is electric, heavy with the weight of everything she’s up against. And then… she sees it. The window.
Friendship Beyond Our Feeds
I love my friends. People who make me laugh, who are there for me, who send me random memes or surprise me with a quick “Hey, thought of you!” text. But not all friends are the same.
There are friends I never see but call every week, friends who live close by and meet me for monthly coffee dates, friends from school, church, my neighborhood, work—and even some from travels long past. Each friendship is a unique note in the symphony of my life.
Diversity I̶s̶ ̶O̶u̶r̶ ̶S̶t̶r̶e̶n̶g̶t̶h̶ Is It.
I once shared with someone that I immigrated to Canada under Trudeau’s “Diversity is Our Strength” initiative. As a newcomer, this message felt like a refreshing departure from the negative views I’d seen in the U.S. A national leader was talking about diversity as a strength—imagine that!
We Tell Stories
I remember the day my son saw a frog for the first time. His eyes were wide, his smile even wider. He was two and a half, and to describe the new amphibian wonder he included words like “sleeemy” and “gweeen.” When we got home, he ran straight to his dad, bursting with excitement. “Dad! I saw a gweeeen fog!” And with each question my husband asked, my son told his story, weaving his tiny, magical world into words.