When my sister and I were growing up in Fiji and the islands came under their fourth military coup of the past two decades, it was the Canadian flag that saved us. When we moved back to Canada, it took me two years until I would sing the national anthem along with my classmates on Fridays. My soul was … More Thanksgivings of a student of life
When you experience loss, you can run dry of things to say to the world. Nothing to say, because you’ve lost the part of you that was interesting. Nothing to talk about, so it gets way easier to slowly drift away from everyone, ripple-lines softer and wider, floating down the Land of the Long White … More The Land of the Long White Clouds
In honour of Mother’s Day: Some of the funnest memories I have are of hitting the road with my mum. In Fiji the roadtrips were not long–a weekly, hour-long migration from the capital, Suva, to various beach hotels or the grand five-star resort island of Denarau. My mum would chat with the locals atthe front … More Roadtrips: pools, walls & breakfast buffets
Two courageous parents, one spontaneous decision and 10, 770 kilometres later, 6-year-old me found myself growing up in Fiji. I loved the move, the chance to reinvent everything. Truthfully, I find myself constantly falling in love with new environments. Playgrounds, campgrounds, the mountains, a tiny cafe I pass by, a Volkswagen van driving by on … More Stepping Stones & Shells
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