The Meaning of Life; The Meaning(less) of Death

Death is so final, and I’m not sure how to deal with that. I’ve always known that, in theory. I first grasped the meaning of death when I was 9 years old, the year my grandfather passed away. I remember it taking a while for me to understand that I will never see him again,…

Human, just like me

Everyday from 9 to 6, I sit across from a mother of two. She is the embodiment of a superwoman, and often reminds me of my own mother in how she jumped back from her second pregnancy and waltzed straight into the office like she hadn’t just given life to a tiny new human. She’s…

Lost In The City: A long winding road to nowhere

I could feel my mind going fuzzy around the edges as I drove down the same left lane, on the same speed, in the same direction to be reunited with a friend who means quite a lot to me. The anxiety that I’d felt the night before about the prospect of driving on my own…

Interview: Julia Stone (Of Angus and Julia Stone)

Published on Drunken Werewolf Magazine “When I watched Angus perform, He shone.” That’s how Julia Stone describes the second half of her two-man act Angus and Julia Stone after watching her brother perform solo during their two year break away from each other. Just like the soft, story-telling nature of the singer/songwriter’s voice, the course…