If I sound grouchy, it’s because all I wanted was to swim in the warm, warm ocean waters that flow through the Northumberland Strait.
It is made of shadows and it is muffled, like there’s loose cotton in your ears. Like you’re in church.
I watched the sun rise over an ancient Medicine Wheel, and I wept.
Truth is, I’m 43 years old and I have the beginnings of arthritis. Truth is, I like comfort. Truth is, I work hard and I like to relax hard.
It’s not Oka’s fault. In a neighbourhood of supermodel parks, it’s the girl next door.
MONT ST. BRUNO PARK — The sweet, fermenting smell of ground apples stays in your nose for days. You side-step the fallen fruit while peering through branches for the perfect, round apple that you twist, gently, till it comes away in your hand, heavy like apple pie in the your palm. This is autumn in […]