A Letter to Mike, the Angsty Squirrel I See on My Porch Sometimes
Dear Mike, Did you know that if you lie very still, and very flat, and make sure not to…
Essay
On Meeting Irving Layton
In the early seventies, Irving Layton came to our High School in Montreal-North upon the…
Twin Chef
Emma’s hand shook as she presented her dish to the judges. Her lower lip trembled, as…
The Pheasant
They had married in September and it was the end of October when Giovanni stood alone at…
Famous Poet: Please Give Me a Dollar
Sometimes I have to laugh. I’ve got three dollars in my pocket. There’s a blinking…
Every Novel Has a Soundtrack
Long-form writing is a lonely business. In a previous blog (“Writing With My Feet”),…
History of a Dress
I have had an affinity for Venice ever since, as a child, I was taken to the city by my…