Tag: Cold

And Breathe

Alright, I admit to borrowing the bio line for Tobia Menzies Twitter account. It suited what happened this week and the past five months. In grief, sometimes you forget to breathe. It's like once the person you love stops breathing, you forget you're still alive and must continue breathing. For nearly five months, my brother … Continue reading And Breathe →

New York 2016: A Different Kind of Cold

I knew coming to New York in February meant coming in the cold. However, this cold feels different. Let's start with my face doesn't hurt. In Winnipeg, the cold will feel like a thousand teeth biting into your cheeks without a hood to beark the wind, or a scarf. New York has the kind of … Continue reading New York 2016: A Different Kind of Cold →