overdrawn i cannot remember any of my mother’s native tongue my father’s favourite tie or my sister’s reasons for hoarding i cannot remember what i had for breakfast or anything you may have said the morning after we got married i cannot remember when i stopped playing the piano or when i started letting myself […]
personal
barrie me not
“how can a free spirit ever possibly take flight living in a place called BARRIE?” i scream this at my mother who cannot seem to understand why i am packing up my ’75 datsun b210 rustbucket and driving 2,000 miles away to take a job in alberta. my mother isn’t getting it, but my 22-year-old […]
cutting the cord
three days and counting. on saturday, i made a phone call to my cable provider, asking them to disconnect my service. the chop comes on wednesday. why? because, to paraphrase the boss: “57 bazillion channels and there’s nothing on.” this decision did not come easily. i’m a boomer; part of a proud, gluttonous generation that […]