A little bit modern, a bit more old school. I’m a millenial (#ew) editor—and creative writer—who prefers red ink and paper over electronic devices. I dabble in events and all they entail, and still wonder how I convinced myself that something so extroverted was a good career choice.

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’m an INFJ mother-of-cats who has strong feelings about The Exorcist (and why it should never be rebooted), sweet whites, time spent in the mountains, belugas, squirrels, and the Oxford comma.

I could spend all my days and all my dollars in bookstores. My Disney Princess skills are fiercely lacking. I pronounce my double-Ts differently than most. I wear a lot of yellow. And I’m a true Canadian who will go to 7-Eleven in the middle of deep-freeze winter for a slurshie.

al·li·ga·tor pear
\ˈa-lə-ˌgā-tər ˈper\

another term for avocado.

Why isn’t it an avocado? Well, it’s just more interesting this way.

One of the simplest pleasures in life is slicing into an avocado to discover a perfectly ripe, completely unblemished fruit with a really generous flesh-to-pit ratio. But beyond the edible, the alligator pear is a balance of dualities, a balance of the male and female, and teaches us that allowing vulnerability, having very specific needs, and seeking them out can help us grow stronger and more focused in our lives.

It is the strong and the soft. The unconventional and the beautiful.

It is and. It is connection.