Two Years Without Dad: Living Adult Orphanism
Two years after my dad’s passing, I am learning what it means to live as an adult orphan — a solo child with no family of origin, but blessed with Mini and chosen family. Grief lives in rituals, in chai I cannot make, in music and affirmation ceremonies in nature. It reshapes but does not end, teaching me to hold both longing and love in the same breath.
Interview & Teaching – Bereavement & Diversity
Introducing the Living Resource Project I am honoured to share that I was recently interviewed by my end-of-life doula instructor, and friend, Tracy Chalmers, as part of her Living Resource Project. This initiative gathers reflections from those working in end-of-life care, creating a living library of voices, experiences, and practices that help shape the way […]
✍️ Why I Wrote My Ismaili Adventure
✍️ Why I Wrote My Ismaili Adventure Introducing the My Ismaili Series I didn’t set out to write a children’s book. I set out to answer a question — one that came in many forms:How do I explain this to my child?What do I say to my student, my partner, my friend?What does it mean […]
✍️ Shared Threads – National Indigenous Peoples Day
When my son stood in a jersey designed by Tanner Timothy — a Coast Salish artist — he wasn’t just wearing something beautiful. He was carrying a story.
The Ismaili Youth Soccer Academy partnered with Tanner to create jerseys that honoured Indigenous visual language and Ismaili identity. That blending — that shared respect — was more than symbolism. It was connection. It was presence.