near-and-dears missed. continental-move regret. i was pretty low when i checked my email tonight. one from wonderfully intuitive vanessa asked how i was doing. then another said she had called my t.o. cell to check on me, only to find it already disconnected. (she’s NOT a phone person.) somethings can’t be broken or uprooted. and though i’m still alone, physically. really, i’m not.
Hi. I’m a freelance creative director, digital UX writer, and content strategist who lives in Toronto. These are my musings. I usually review books. Sometimes I write about the things that make me go hmmm.