When we live our lives on the edge, with no regard for how we conduct ourselves or how we treat our mates, it’s no surprise that consequences usually follow.
Illustration by Andres Garzon It was a long drive back from the cottage. We awoke hungover in […]
Halloween night 1955: a Volkswagen Beetle hit nine-year-old Erika on Decarie Boulevard, corner Monkland Avenue. Notre-Dame-de-Grâce borough.
In my grandmother’s garden there was a stunted, knuckled tree near a ramshackle bomb shelter, a sheet of corrugated iron curved over a shallow hole.
Illustration by Andres Garzon In 2010, I moved into a place that nobody in their right mind […]
Illustration by Andres Garzon I was raised on a farm just outside a village nestled like a […]
Illustration by Andres Garzon They killed the boy. Not a they, but a single person. ‘They’ is […]
On Wednesday, I watched her steal a daylily from my garden.
On the cusp of teenagehood, I was increasingly preoccupied with a search for the elusive Cool, and suspected that this exciting, slightly nauseating sensation in the pit of my stomach was it.
When she puts them in, I become an advisor, an educator.