Killing Floor by Lee Child 8 min @ my desk, TO, 2.4.13 The awkward moment came just as I knew it would, but I still wasn’t prepared. I’d been waiting a week for Monday to come. Clean slate, fresh start Monday. But this is not going according to the plan. Frack! Read more…
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K.Rowling 8 min @ R2, 668 Queen St. W, TO 2.1.13 No one seemed to study with the same fervor as Amy . She thought it would have gotten better her sophomore year but it was worst. So much worse. The library was Read more…
“Kinda,” I said. The Fault Was In Our Stars by John Green 8 min @ Sublime Espresso Bar, Kensington Market, TO I knew I used the wrong word from the sour look on Aunty’s face. I have, not I got. Since the day I reached Aunt Clarice’s house she’d been Read more…
I am behind on a handful of Middle Notes and countless quick dip writes. I could blame it on grief. In eight months I’ve mourned my father, an aunt, and in this past week my beloved grandmother. Planning funerals and wrapping up the details of a life are exhausting and Read more…
Psalms 78.41, The Bible 8 min in bed @ Aunty’s, Queens NY, 1.24.13 It was a stupid plan. It wasn’t even a plan, hence the stupidity. “There’s a big difference between spontaneous and stupid, Arlene.” Georgie had only said that a million times. But she’d said just as many times Read more…
Interview Magazine, Dec/Jan 2013 8 min @ Happy Bones NYC, 1.22.13 Water and light. That is it. That is all the baby needs. They only had one baby. Zoe had picked up the fledgling money tree in Chinatown when they moved into the Parkdale storefront. Garrett didn’t think they’d keep Read more…
Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea. by Chelsea Handler 8 min on the F train into Manhattan The visits with Genevieve and the baby were getting awkward. Brenda knew her friend thought she was a prude; Genevieve thought all Americans were uptight about their naked bodies. But Brenda had Read more…
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf 8 min @ Mercury Espresso, 1.17.13 My mother refused to marry my father even though that was the thing to do. It was hard to be a single, unwed mother in the forties. But she always said why marry the dog that did her wrong? Read more…