This slender string
It is dusk. On a bench on the west side of Beaver Hill Park, a man is bent over, throwing up. His girl friend is balanced at the far end of the bench, watching,...
It is dusk. On a bench on the west side of Beaver Hill Park, a man is bent over, throwing up. His girl friend is balanced at the far end of the bench, watching,...
By chance, somewhere in the inner-city, every few weeks, I meet Patrick. Today I meet him in Beaver Hills House Park. He’s walking to get cigarettes befor...
A camp counsellor, from Hope Mission summer camp tells this story: We’re sitting on the steps of our cabin. A teenage girl is telling me about her home life: a ...
It’s hot! And If you find yourself in an urban area—like those who are homeless—where atmospheric conditions can be stagnant and the air quality poor, whe...