We live in a time where science is being sensored. We live in a time where subject matter experts, distinguished scientists and medical professionals who were once listened to are now being deleted. We are observing those that invented much of the medicine and health care we have come to value so much, be shut … Continue reading Fact vs Fact
Our country is in dire need of genuine, brave, intellectually and emotionally intelligent leadership, with integrity at its heart. It's difficult to take what you know is truly right and stand before the people you serve and speak from the heart. And when you do, your voice breaks. It is arguable that this is one … Continue reading Now is the time
I would dream as a child, that I was in the school yard, a larger playground than what my school actually had. It was filled with rolling hills. I would get to the top of one such hill and then I'd run, as fast as I could down the other side, only my feet wouldn't … Continue reading Hope
Writers block; 1. You feel like (or need to) write something but you don't know what to write about, and/or, 2. The phenomenon whereby one just plain outright feels as though inspiration for splashing something creative onto a page that would otherwise feel relatively poetic just doesn't happen, instead, finding yourself blinking in harmony with … Continue reading A story NOT about writers block
I cut through the canal towards the school bus stop, struggling to quell the lump that sat clogged in my throat like a blocked drain. Tears swelled up in my eyes and for the first time in weeks I felt alone. No one had died. No one was sick. I hadn't lost a pet or … Continue reading Scared to let go
I titled this piece, like most things I write, before I actually wrote the thing. It sat in my drafts for a few weeks and to my surprise, upon my return, it was all blank, absent of even a hint as to what I intended the story to be about. Oddly, I now find myself … Continue reading The pursuit of interesting
There's no hiding the fact that the most chosen method of punctuation adopted within my writing is the comma. I'm almost sentimental to the little thing, taking to heart each time I strike a pen (digitally or handwritten), for its inclusion. But what is it exactly that draws me so intently to using the comma, … Continue reading Comma, a love story.
Tess was tall and solid, towering over the rest of us kids in the neighbourhood. They had just finished building a large double brick European influenced home at the top of the street nested low within the block but no less dominating. Her family had since become the second owners, within our young lifetime, of … Continue reading I broke into their house.
Watching her, I found myself in that moment, falling deeply, unconditionally in love. It's as if time slowed, letting me sit amongst its secret workings, I experienced the magic of love, happening in real time. Ivan.
Humbled. That's the first thing worth getting off my chest. Of all the places online you could be, you're here. I feel humility with that. Thank you. You've probably seen the blog title and tagline. Ivan Siladji, that's me. It's my hope too you will get to know the rest of us here, our tribe. … Continue reading Mission.