Launching the Blue Iris revealed that in some ways, I'm still eleven years old...and though chasing the meaningful arrangement of words is my whole schtick, I've got nothing anywhere close to what I'm actually trying to say.
As a daughter of divorce, I discovered that the world held certain assumptions about me, without knowing me at all.
No matter where you're from, there is something about the Canadian spirit that feels like home.
The closer we get to thirty, the absence of the direction we think we're supposed to have by now starts feeling a lot like failure.
We understood life as we knew it was about to change, but nothing could have prepared us for the 48 hours ahead.
"It's their team. We're just borrowing it for a little while."
At the end of the day, you're just...having a day.
This gem of writing advice nagged at me for days and although I couldn't figure out why, I knew it wasn't about writing.
Rachel Stone 