I did not find God in the church. Let’s just get that out of the way from the beginning. It wasn’t for a lack of trying — my parents tried their best to ensure my brother and I were brought up in community with the Presbyterian church in our area…

The thing about dying and really, the thing about living — is that no one is ever going to get to know you as much as you know yourself. They have an idea, based on the fragments that they interact with, and they make the rest up as they go…

I’m about to clock a year of living alone soon, after migrating a few houses down the road from my parents’ house (yes, it still counts), and I’ve been reflecting on this period of my life: whether it was too late or too soon, and how prepared I was for…

You sit with your thoughts, often. Sifting through the noise and chaos to ask yourself: What is real? What is not? What have you inherited that is no longer yours to keep? You strip yourself bare, learn yourself anew. …

Confession time — I’m slightly obsessed with personality quizzes. I have taken more than I can keep track of, which includes everything from the Myers Briggs personality test, “pick random colours and we’ll tell you about your childhood trauma” quizzes and numerous BuzzFeed, “Which Disney Character Are You?” type quizzes. …

I was going to wait to post these lessons when I turn 30 — which seems like a good age to begin assuming you can tell people how to live their lives — but I decided I was ready to impart my wisdom at the ripe age of 27 because…

Celebrating Life. I've been thinking a lot about how I'll be gone one day and what any of these frail attempts at life will mean. How will I be remembered? And that’s just it. I don’t think we’re told enough that your life is not all about your ability to impress a favourable opinion of yourself upon those around you. Your life could be extraordinary or unremarkable and all that matters in the end is that you were here anyway.