Baygon Man
In my mind, I call him Baygon man. I saw him dancing in front of our house. I might have been nine or ten when the young men in black uniforms showed up at our home. Probably sent by the … Continue reading Baygon Man
Author: Leah Ranada
Poem, in three minutes
There are many ways I can forget.I can get busy with work, chores, other stuff.I can read all night,go through my days with a foggy head. Look ahead, mark dates on the calendar.Many ways.But I fall asleep and dream,and wake … Continue reading Poem, in three minutes
Autumn
We’re meant to be celebrating Thanksgiving here in Canada, but fall has the distinct feel of the new year to me. There’s an awareness of endings and beginnings. Sure, it doesn’t have the frenzied countdown to midnight and blare of … Continue reading Autumn
Notes from the Airport
Airports, they’re fraught places, aren’t they? Contained yet sprawling domains, brimming with intense emotions. I was mulling this over last time I was in YVR, welcoming the lover from a trip. Just the right occasion for this thought to occur, … Continue reading Notes from the Airport
Writer’s Update
Meanwhile, writing (besides this blog) is still happening. Found a way to advance the second novel without being paralyzed by impossible word counts. Two hundred fifty words into the manuscript each day. Achievable, right? The weekly 2400-word goal I naively … Continue reading Writer’s Update
My Eyes
I write about my eyes today. They have started to fail. This isn’t news, really–I’ve been noticing for the past two years. Possibly longer. Thought I could restore 20/20 with good ol’ vitamin-rich diet and regular dose of Lutein. Nope. … Continue reading My Eyes
Commuter
My commute to work takes an hour and twenty minutes, one way. Downhill walk, a train ride, a bus ride, and finally, a short walk into the campus. Crazy, I know. But I don’t hate it, which is even crazier. … Continue reading Commuter
Of Literary Spies and Real-Life Selves
For some reason, spy novels are finding their way in my have-read list. More recent titles, not John le Carré classics. Last week, for instance, I finished Lauren Wilkinson’s American Spy which was just published last February. Pausing here to … Continue reading Of Literary Spies and Real-Life Selves
Morning Person
I’m a morning person. It’s by habit, no, compulsion. Go back to sleep, the boyfriend urges when I stir on a weekend morn, but the wheels are already turning. He’s drifted off by the time my feet find the slippers … Continue reading Morning Person
The Bachelorette Pad, Revisited
It was 2011 and I was in my mid-twenties. I still lived with my mom and siblings being from a culture where it’s quite common for adult children to live with their parents until they married. But we are not … Continue reading The Bachelorette Pad, Revisited
