I found an old letter from my Great Aunt Marg (award-winning poet, Margaret Avison) referring to some of my early teenage attempts at writing that my grandmother had shared with…
The world will give you that once in a while, a brief time out. The boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your…
I remember in an interview for my first “grown-up”/office-y job, one of the questions they asked was: If you had any amount of money, what car would you buy and…
Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must take care of what has been given. Brush her hair, help her into her little coat, hold her hand, especially when…