The Instagram DM came in when I was getting ready for bed, mouth full of toothpaste and eyes gritty with fatigue. Is everything okay with you and hubbie? I blinked incredulously at the message. Um, what? Then it clicked. A friend had seen my latest Instagram post – something about heartbreak or relationships, I can’t remember now – and incorrectly assumed it was about me and my better half (let’s call him Bob, as he’s particular about his privacy).
Read MoreI’m a poet and fiction writer (she/her) living in Toronto, Canada, with my husband and son. Through my work I strive to encourage readers to reflect, feel, and recognize our shared humanity and capacity for redemption and evolution.
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