i tell stories

Who loves ya, baby?

I’m going to be performing a short spoken word piece at 20x2 tonight. If you’re in Austin, I’d love it if you could come out to the Ghost Room — it has been a long time since I last performed any poetry on stage in front of a large audience, and could use the support. This [...]

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Who loves ya, baby?

Twenty-eight.

I celebrated my twenty-eighth birthday last Tuesday, and realized that it was nothing like my eighteenth birthday. My eighteenth birthday was epic, almost crazy. My twenty-eighth, on the other hand, was absolutely perfect. Thank you to everyone that made it so.

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Twenty-eight.

Welcoming.

As I watch the Olympics taking place in Vancouver right now, and hear all the reports about the beauty of my country and the warmth and friendliness of the people there, I am reminded of my first day of school in Canada, when I moved there many years ago from New York. From that first day, I knew that Canada was not just a place full of friendly people, but a place where diversity and difference was cherished.

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Welcoming.

Rubble.

A Haitian taxi driver in DC tells me about his experience of the earthquake, and how he still finds himself under the rubble.

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Rubble.

Anniversary.

A year ago yesterday, I moved to Washington DC. It has been fun to look back at the year, but I'm even more excited to start thinking about the next year ahead. (Oh, and I'm moving back to Toronto.)

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Anniversary.

Meaning.

Every year, I pick a word of the year to guide the way I live my life over the next 365 days. This year, I changed my word a few days into the year, and I think I changed it for the better.

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Meaning.

Decade.

As 2009 comes to a close, I take a look back at the year, and decade, that was.

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Decade.

Christmas wish.

I'm tired of cynicism, skepticism. I'm tired of everyone assuming that when I do nice things for someone, I'm trying to get something back, or that I have ulterior motives, or that I'm building an unhealthy relationship with that person. I'm tired of people not realizing that sometimes we do things because we actually care, we actually want others to be happy. My Christmas eve rant on cynicism is my Christmas wish this year: let us all just cherish — not examine, or deconstruct, or criticize, but enjoy and cherish — the beauty and love around us, every day.

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Christmas wish.

Cupcake stories.

December 15 was National Cupcake Day. In the honor of that special day, I decided to give out a dozen free cupcakes from Sugar Baking to the first few people who sent me a story about cupcakes.

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Cupcake stories.

Orange juice.

A man named Wes at the local soup kitchen where I occasionally volunteer once told me just how much a simple glass of orange juice can mean to someone who's a little down on his luck. This holiday season, support your local food banks, soup kitchens, and charity events if you can, to help bring a smile to the face of someone that might need a little help.

Hullo! You've just read a new story from I Tell Stories.
Visit the original post to leave a comment:
Orange juice.