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In the words of Sinead, nothing compares to you.

New book (I often write things in a journal first…), new city, new thoughts.   Let’s start with the things I like about life in Montreal so far: I get to use my shitty French. Culture… or something like that. All of the cheese… except for cheddar which is consistently gross. (Why can’t the French…

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I’m AB+. What’s your type?

We’re a week into Ramadan, and now more than any other time being away, I feel disconnected. Most of you who know me know that religious is not a word I use to describe myself. Quite removed from a dogma of any kind, I have always felt the need to hover the fringes of the…

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