"An ex-figure skater, I swapped my leotards for a jersey at thirteen; at my first hockey practice, I kept rolling off the rounded toe of my new skates. My new, black skates—how transgressive."
"For several years, I wrote from my bedroom. I couldn’t write until I’d made the bed and picked up all the dirty socks."
"The movers cost about as much as the piano. When they pulled up in front of our house on a muggy day last August, I understood why."
"The fall I moved to Montréal was filled with introductions."