Christine Anderson

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 […]

Whether you know it or not, your body has been busy over the past fifteen months managing the pandemic’s assault on your mind. Your physiology is brilliant in its ability to care for your mental health. It’s time now… to leave it all on the table.

When was the last time you were aware of your body?  Present in a way that did not include pain? Embodied without some kind of emotional desire?  The workday has been reduced to the screen in front of you: looking upon your face as those on the other end of your […]

In the summer of 2005, having just moved to Montreal, I took the bus to the Eastern Townships for 10 days of silence. Upon arrival I handed over my pen and journal, my earbuds and iPod, along with the book I had been reading. I was gifted one of only five […]