The first years of my life were exhausting.
I never cared for hockey.
From the never-ending, dry landscape rose twenty trees in my field of vision.
I’ll always remember when I was three and stepped up onto a new sidewalk that was too high for me, almost to my knees.
Today, May 3rd, the weather is splendid.
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 […]