Baseball was his first love.
Category Archive: Non-Fiction
The hypnotist’s voice is a glacial lake: smooth, distant, cold, and piercing.
When does a thought become a curse?
Begin to deliver a verdict a long time coming: “Guilty. Guilty.”
My eldest daughter lives in St. Mary’s Hospital psychiatric ward.
As I write this passage in late September, there has been an unprecedented heatwave in Montreal for the last ten days.
When I was in seventh grade, I was introduced to The Beatles on a rainy day.
