I didn’t leave in a hurry, because I thought I had more time.
TORONTO – “Oh, this is my Toronto,|” I said as we turned onto a narrow street crammed with trees and rowhouses, each with a sliver of yard. My companion snorted. “It’s fake Toronto.” “But it’s the Toronto I know. It’s exactly like my street, only we were in The Beaches.” “The Beach.” “The what now?” […]
TORONTO – Her arrival is announced by a rattling at the key hole. Aunt G and Uncle C share a look across the room. Their relationship with their neighbour is more than a friendship – it is a safety net, because they see each other every day. A missed visit would be a red flag. […]
My fear of tornadoes goes back to Grade 6. It was the mid-’80s and we were living in The Beaches in Toronto. Our house was quite close to the water, on a street with the most wonderful name: Kippendavie Avenue. My school was less than a block away. During class one spring afternoon, the secretary […]