2023 SCOTIABANK GILLER PRIZE LONGLIST
"the clarion is impressive indeed"
— Robert J. Wiersema,
Toronto Star Review
"an extraordinary debut"
— Aaron Schneider,
author of The Supply Chain
"beautiful and devastating"
— Sarah Marie,
The Miramichi Reader
CBC's Writers to Watch:
Toronto Star Short Story Contest 1st Place: Youth
Humber Literary Review Emerging Writers Contest 3rd Place: Bodies.
Toronto Star Short Story Contest 1st Place: Cardinal
The Journey Prize nomination: The Apartment.
Longlisted in the CBC Short Story Prize (2023): The Artist
Longlisted in the CBC Short Story Prize (2022): Youth
Longlisted in the CBC Short Story Prize (2020): Bodies
Longlisted in the CBC Short Story Prize (2019): Bodies
Longlisted in Room Magazine's 2023 Fiction Contest: The Artist
Published by The Temz Review: The Apartment.
Published by Grain Magazine: Stupid
Published by The Opiate: Kin
Represented by Akin Akinwumi at Willenfield Literary Agency.
Born in Belgrade and brought to Toronto as an infant. Grew up in Scarborough and Pickering, attended the University of Toronto, graduated from Centennial College for journalism. After the first Star contest win, I received a free mentorship from the Humber School for Writers — I am grateful for that opportunity.
Also a freelance journalist — bylines include Toronto Star, CBC Docs, Storeys.com, and The Globe and Mail, among others.
Wandered in and out of various careers before starting fiction. Now living in Scarborough again.
"a novel of small, graceful moments of epiphany"
— TORONTO STAR REVIEW
THE TEMZ REVIEW
HUMBER LITERARY REVIEW
THE OPIATE MAGAZINE
There was something pure about them, like elements. Life was long with so much sameness and repetition, life had a way of tempering you out, smoothing and polishing you down. Teenagers were pure like animals, elemental, hot and bright or dark and cold, sparking off each other, reactive and explosive. But sloppy and blind and foolish, with bravado so charming and pathetic; they were mere children who had grown too big, still smashing into things.
She remembered earlier years when she did not like teenagers, saw something cynical in that bravado. But her only child had died before birth and it had left her so fatally humbled and longing. She saw so much wounded innocence and longing in them. And pride and vanity and struggling to pull themselves out of the bewildering madness of youth — the struggle to become someone, even only just themselves.