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 …
