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  • Unmoored

    The morning after the election, the city looks the same. Dry streets, brittle air, leaves pressed flat against the pavement. A jogger passes, breath clouding the cold, and somewhere, a car alarm starts and stops. Montréal continues its routine with the precision of muscle memory, a city that knows how to disguise grief. Inside, the…

  • Keeping Each Other Alive

    Good morning. When I first heard the theme What’s at stake, I thought about crisis — the headlines, the smoke, that feeling that the world keeps ending. But when I let the question settle lower, into the ribs, it changed. It stopped shouting and began breathing. What’s at stake lives in how we breathe through the…

  • There Is No Word for This Grief: On Gaza, Famine, and the World That Watches

    I wasn’t supposed to be writing this. I’m supposed to be writing a comprehensive exam about temporality and health. About how Black queer people live and care for one another in timeframes not designed for our survival. I’m supposed to be providing therapy tomorrow—offering calm, presence, holding—for clients navigating their own overwhelm, grief, burnout. I’m…

  • How to Exit Without Offering Your Body as Proof

    for the ones who leave before they’re broken There are days when showing up costs more than it gives.You feel it before you can name it.In the jaw that tightens.In the breath that skips.In the way your screen feels brighter than usual,and your voice feels like it’s echoing back to no one. We are taught…

  • The Wrong Kind of Grief

    Who’s Allowed to Mourn in Public—and Who’s Not It was quiet at first. Just a few of us lying on the cold concrete outside of McGill University. Keffiyehs folded. Bodies arranged—not for spectacle, but for mourning.The die-in wasn’t meant to go viral. It was meant to say what the system refuses to name:Gaza is being…

  • What Whiteness Mourns When a Plantation Burns

    When the Nottoway Plantation burned down, it wasn’t just a building that went up in flames—it was a monument to white fantasy. And in the ashes, what surfaced was telling: white grief, not for the enslaved, but for the venue. For the photo ops. For the imagined innocence of a land that was never innocent.…

  • Independence Fantasies, Colonial Truths

    Alberta wants to leave. Again. And this time, it’s louder than usual. Calls for Western separatism—what some are now trying to brand as a serious referendum campaign—are gaining traction. Politicians are testing the waters. The Premier hasn’t ruled it out. And, predictably, they’re invoking Quebec’s sovereignty movements as a model. But let me be clear…

  • After the Election: No Victory, No Salvation, Only the Work Ahead

    Yesterday’s election unfolded the way it always does in a decaying settler state: desperate, fragmented, unmoored from any real possibility of change.Mark Carney won a minority government.Not because he inspired anyone.Not because he offered a vision of something better.But because fear of collapse keeps people clinging to the wreckage.Carney’s victory is a victory for capital,…

  • When Institutions Demand Our Labour but Not Our Voices

    There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from being invited into a space only to realize that your presence was the priority, not your voice. The expectation was that you would show up, fill the quota, sit on the panel, make the institution look good—without challenging its structure, without demanding more than what…

  • The Weight of Absence: On Boundaries, Accountability, and the Politics of Disappearance

    There are moments when absence carries more weight than presence. When the space someone leaves behind doesn’t just signal distance, but a rupture. A confirmation of something you hadn’t yet said aloud. Not all harm is loud. Some betrayals unfold in silence. Sometimes, the deepest wounds are not from what was done, but from what…