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.
Category Archive: Non-Fiction
When she puts them in, I become an advisor, an educator.
Baseball was his first love.
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.
She walks in ways that can be seen on runways bridging Eden to New York.
