A woman’s history is an ever-growing tree of countless leaves and branches. Its interlacing roots snake and stretch through the tender soil of firsts: first loves, first hopes, first failures, first heartbreaks. We exchange accounts of these firsts and the seconds and thirds that follow with the women around us — mothers, sisters, friends, aunts, … Continue reading A Woman’s History
I still remember the morning it happened, when I found out we were separating. We’d been together for quite some time, and — like all long-term relationships — we’d seen some vertiginous highs and some tumultuous lows. But for the most part, we were solid, we were steady. “Strong and stable,” one might say. At … Continue reading A Love Letter to the EU
My husband laughs at a story I’ve just told, then pauses and says in his Canadian accent: “Wait — what’s a ‘roaster’?” I think about it. What is a roaster? It’s one of those words that has been ingrained in my memory for so long that whatever formal definition it once had — "noun (singular): … Continue reading Tae a Dobber
Don’t be too quiet, they won’t notice you. Don’t be too loud, you’ll draw attention to yourself. Don’t be too accommodating, they’ll think you’re a pushover. Don’t be too demanding, they’ll think you’re a bitch. Don’t wear clothes that are too tight or too short, they’ll see it as an invitation. Don’t wear clothes that … Continue reading To Be a Girl
Maybe you felt it during your first sleepover at your childhood friend's house: a dim twinge in your chest as your head buzzed with the rush of illicit, sugary snacks after midnight, squirrelled away from watchful, adult eyes in the recesses of your sleeping bag. Maybe you felt it when your parents went away for … Continue reading Homesick
Just like any other of my kind, I carry things inside me that you would be astonished by. Things that would disgust you, things that would perplex you, things that would amaze you. And — just like any other of my kind — I also carry things that will comfort you. These are the pieces you reach for when you are lonely or otherwise lacking, desperately digging through me until you find what you are searching for.
Very grateful for the opportunity to be featured on this great site for British people in Toronto. It’s called http://www.britsintoronto.com, funnily enough.
It’s been absolutely zonks since we featured a Successful Brit in Toronto, maybe because we’ve all been caught up in the excitement of the Pan Am Games or something.
What made you decide to choose Toronto as a city of choice? Did you plan a permanent move, or wanted to “try it for a while and see how it goes” and it turned out to be longer than planned?
My decision to move here came at a time when I was searching for “more” — more from my career, more ways to see the world, and more opportunities for myself that I knew wouldn’t be possible from my relatively small Scottish hometown.
It’s been nearly two years now and I’m excited to see what’s next!
What steps did you take to land your first Toronto job? Did the infamous “Canadian experience” hinder you in any…
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I am lucky enough to be under the direction of a group of passionate, ambitious individuals who want nothing more than to see their business - and its people - excel. I strongly believe that the first step to being successful in a business begins with having the same values and goals as those who lead. During the first few minutes of my interview, my director said: "This is not a nine to five job." And I thought, "good." Because that wasn't what I wanted.
I overthink every single minuscule, seemingly unimportant detail when it comes to things I care about. I care about work, so I always strive for perfection in everything that I do. If I'm pushed for time, I fret over being unable to proofread a proposal as many times as I'd like to before I've turned it in - even if I know that the spelling is perfect and the concepts are sound. If I'm pitching a new, slightly "out there" idea, until I hear...
Lungs crackle with ice And hot coffee slides Down muffled throats Smoke swirls from cigarettes And shivering hands Seek solace in pockets Battered boots beat Solemn streets Under cold wind Crushing down Legs and lips Burn whisky-warm As fierce fire gives way To an incandescent ache Exposed ears And naked noses … Continue reading Winter