How a miss is a kind of hit
Last night walking home from a poetry reading I was inches away from being struck in a crosswalk by a vehicle running a red light at speed. I felt the quick pus...
Category: Family
Mystery of mothers all over the world
It is still a mystery the way leaves all over the world jump out of sprigs under a single yellow sun who comes out to shine the coats of squirrels that run alon...
My Father is…
…up long before dawn, deep winter, 40 below, helping a neighbour jump-start his truck; …in a darkened farm shed bent over a steel disc, shocks of light coming f...
Always felt like a Teryl -Father interviews his second youngest — daughter to genderqueer to genderqueer/transmasculine.
Sometimes the stars align. As it turned out, one of the modules of the SFU writing course I’m taking asked for a nonfiction piece based on an interview. I didn’...