Category: 2.2 Writing

The first draft of something I’ve been meaning to get back to

Header image: On of my weighted paracord fidgets. First Confession by Frank O’Connor [See the bottom of the page if you’d prefer to watch a film adaptation of the piece] All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grand-mother – my father’s mother – came to live with us. Relations in the one […]

I did not write for 25 years.

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Oh, Canada 🤷🏻‍♂️

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Gratitude

60 minutes away from becoming a Canadian citizen

Prep for the citizenship test

Casa Forde Menu

In which I go on and on and ɐup ou ɐup ou ɐup ou and on about Möbius strips

There is something very interesting to this idea that I can’t yet articulate…

Possibly the best piece on humility ever written.

Give me an A!