Christine Anderson

Part III — rewind to 2005 and my first human dissection💀 After the skin had been cut away, a vibrant glow of yellow, pink and splashes of green emanated from our donor— fat. We carefully dissected this layer as a complete blanket and laid it down beside the newly naked structure […]

In January of 2000 I dislocated my collarbone in a yoga pose. Recovery was long… I had never been as mindfully present physically, while I struggled to regain my pre-injury practice. It was a surprise to discover that my body had been quietly detailing the emotional nuances of my existence since […]

Why is the schedule locked? ☝️ It’s important to me that you have priority access to my schedule. This time of year, especially, people are desperate to use up benefits and RMTs receive high numbers of new clients that may never book again—clogging up our calendars and limiting access for existing […]

In 2017 I saw Roger Waters live for the first time and vowed to not miss another show if he came around again. Typically I prefer the intimacy of a small venue, but there are performers and stages that are meant for big crowds, the genius behind Pink Floyd is one […]

My dad was a connoisseur of music. Our second floor bathroom had a speaker that was wired to the record player in the living room, and his darkroom in the basement was fed from the stereo in the rec room next door. His joy of music went beyond the white noise […]

The Old Apartment at 320 is the first of the Apartment Series… I’ve lived in a lot of places, and have decided to report on them all—now that I have stopped moving for once. Subscribe below. In the summer of 2005 I paid some movers to pack up my Chinatown apartment […]

I know I am not alone when I say that I grew up feeling inferior, unseen and misunderstood. As a result, I have spent my life striving for perfection in order to feel accepted by those I have surrounded myself with. I am still the girl who repeated third grade because […]

I am obsessed with the benefits of embodiment. I believe the body is the place where emotion goes to hide. Tucked away safely in the tissues of our physical form, the mind is relieved of the burdensome fluctuations of feeling. The body is a fantastic receptacle for unprocessed experience, but there […]

My mother modelled what it was to be a great friend. She kept in touch with many people over many miles. Writing letters and taking road trips that kept her present in friendships that may not have otherwise survived the distance. A generous gift-giver, she went above and beyond. I learned […]

320 Spadina Avenue, not to be confused with 320 Spadina Road, that was Jeff Healey’s recording studio, Forte Records—not my apartment, but we did receive his mail quite frequently. It was 1998 and from the street 320 could not be easily located. Our unofficial neighbour concealed our entrance from dawn to […]