It’s raining again. I’m no longer surprised when it does. For the last week and a half, the sky has cracked itself open, without warning, so often that I stopped keeping track. I’m starting to think the world has forgotten it’s supposed to be summer. It started the day I…

It’s February 10th. Tuesday? No, Wednesday. Really, it could be any day — because I’m living a hamster wheel kind of life. Every day is the same. I wake up, caffeinate, answer emails, work, think about how much I don’t like meetings, attend them anyway, write and write and write…

For the last week and a half, I’ve taken a different bus home than usual. It’s the same as the other bus in almost every way: same route, same stops, same buildings and trees that blur by. The most exciting change is the two women I now encounter every afternoon. …

In my head, Kelly was always old. I remember visiting him and my Granny Margie at their two-bedroom apartment in East London, South Africa when I was too small to reach the buzzer on the gate of their apartment building and too weak to heave it open after the mechanical…

On the bus this afternoon, there was a woman wearing brown boots and an iconic FRIENDS sweater. She had a bun in her hair, earphones in her ears and the sort of faraway look I think I get when I’m in the bus, but not really in the bus. There’s…

Because I use public transport, I’m no stranger to arriving at work, in winter, with dripping hair, a sodden coat and socks that need drying. I can tell today is going to be one of those days before I step off the bus. I arrive at the Civic Centre station…

I’m at the grocery store when I see him. He’s middle-aged, bald and, as always, wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Today, he’s chosen one that’s light blue, with sea foam swirls and little green fish. As we pass each other (I’m on my way into the store; he’s on his way…

For someone who doesn’t like bugs, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about grasshoppers — specifically, if they control where they land when they jump. I’ve started imagining a world where they launch into the air, unsure exactly where they’re headed or what awaits when they touchdown. To me…