by Leah Perrault | Apr 10, 2018
The last several days frosted an intricate pattern of heart break over my eyes. Friday, 15 people from the Humboldt Broncos hockey franchise died in a tragic bus collision just hours from my front door. More than 100 people killed Saturday in Syria, between air...
by Leah Perrault | Mar 28, 2018
Rising should be the easy part, no? After the fear, the suffering, the darkness, the hard work, and the waiting, I feel like rising should be effortless. Despite that, I feel weighted down by resistance to rising. This should not be a surprise; at this same time...
by Leah Perrault | Jun 7, 2017
My sister had an old dead tree tattooed on her arm. She always meant to have dark clouds filled in behind it, but she didn’t get the chance. I asked her why a dead tree and not a living one; she said it was because she had seen the dark and the dead and gotten through...
