“You can’t put gravy on it,” said old Bessie, referring to the floral arrangement that the florist had just delivered. “Oh, you say that every time you see a flower,” Katrina chided gently. “Personally, I think they’re beautiful!” Bessie huffed …
I have been tracking your thoughts for some time: monitoring you. Your habits and idiosyncrasies, all mapped out in lines of data on my colour-coded spreadsheets.
It shows up some interesting patterns. You regularly think about death, your own and …
The following story comes from an interview I had with my sister Sue, and her significant other, Tim. I didn’t know the full story of their relationship until I worked up enough courage to ask them some hard questions.
On …
Most people get a mother-in-law when they marry. Mine came with the house.
When I first moved next door, she seemed harmless enough—a little old lady living by herself in a ranch style house with a lovely yard. But I …
Kyle had a sweetheart, his friends knew that much, but he refused to give them details, despite all their grilling. Hair, skin, eyes; boobs, legs and ass — they wanted to know about all that, and most importantly: Did she …
David was tempted to just keep driving, leave the drums packed to the roof in the car. But routine. Or was it obligation? Or maybe those are the same thing? He parked just yards from a stack of cardboard next …
Seven o’clock on Mondays. That’s when Heather, my daughter, comes to visit. My wife comes on Thursdays. Our new normal for the past four months.
Clunky shoes enter the room, followed by a mumbled greeting to the nurse who’s been …
I sat in the waiting room, browsing through a nine-month-old issue of Time magazine. I knew when he walked in, the news wasn’t going to be good. I’d known Dave for more than two decades and could see it in …
This has been the longest week. A whole seven days since my Levi died. The house is different—empty, devoid of his comfort and love. Memories of my husband are all that remain.
I get up from the couch and drag …
When the scent of freshly cut cedar drifted into our car’s open window, I knew we had arrived.
My family had been visiting my grandparents’ farm every summer for as long as I can remember, three weeks every July. We …