There are some days I miss London so much that I cannot breathe. I walk through the open streets of Toronto, looking up at the skyscrapers stretching north to south in clean lines, and imagine a Lo…

I have been trying to write this entry about resilience for a very long time. This morning, I woke up and deleted it. The fact is, I am struggling. Ben is struggling. I’m starting to learn th…

For the first time since arriving in Toronto, I felt I could breathe a sigh of relief. I submitted my thesis just before the festivities began for the three-day Pride weekend. Finally. It was bitte…

The Government's draft conversion practices bill includes important protections for trans people, but broad healthcare exemptions risk allowing conversion practices against trans young people to conti...

We’ve now been in Canada for three months. The snowy days have finally given way to sunlight and warmth, and the long days stretch onwards in such a satisfying manner. Things have been both e…

Do you know who you are? There are days when I have never felt so lost. It is confusing to know where you are in one world, physically, while being lost in another, adrift. I can feel the Sun high …

There is some quiet piece of me that is unsettled, erratic, thrumming. I can almost hear it, beating against the ground, glinting copper and green like the Japanese beetles of my childhood. This th…

Well, the past month has been dramatic, to say the least. I might be talking into the ether, but I want to mark this somewhere: we made it to Canada. With visas. And our two house daemons. Ben and …

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve started writing this entry, only to close the document again. I think I’ve been struggling to find the words to for the past two months, and…

Not In our Name: Women in support of the trans+community

The start of a new year has always helped me refocus and take stock of what I want in the near future. I’ve been thinking more about my resolutions for 2026, and I’ve managed to come up…

Everything in my life feels so delicate at the moment. When my grandmother was alive, she used to describe going to dances on Friday or Saturday nights in the 1950s. She worked all week to buy a ga…

In another life, Ben and I bought a little flat in Bloomsbury, the heart of London, and we walked down Lamb’s Conduit Street every day for cinnamon rolls and black americanos. On weekends, we…