My eldest daughter lives in St. Mary’s Hospital psychiatric ward.
His ears buzzed—sound was returning to him.
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.
‘Smashed’ by Leila Marshy
The sunlight came through the spaces between the leaves above our heads while fresh air filled our lungs.
The summer I turned ten was filled with church bells and local choirs singing the town’s sorrows.