I Too Have Watched a Spider
I’m not much good at hollering, and am not near smart enough on my feet to lead warriors in to battle against these most recent despicable world leaders–“But I can write, damn it.”
Adventures with Humans
Van Pelt's
The bar is from a deep city stereotype. The bartender is a cartoon character from a 1965 iconic holiday cartoon. He is drawn older, but the red on his t-shirt is still bright.
The Pizazz Dimension
She, a person, materializes out of some alternate reality, another dimension–the pizazz dimension. She is elderly, but maneuvers the length of this crosswalk as if it is a Paris cat walk and she is a pro. In all of this grey, she has commandeered the pink–all of it, as if she is charged with marking this day...
My Honest Wish for You
It’s the awe factor, I think–this feeling of witnessing something remarkable, beautiful, that nudges a starving part of ourselves.
Gasping in Gaspé
If this had happened in P.E.I., I wouldn’t have been half as anxious–someone would have approached me, pointed out the trouble, and knitted me a new engine while I sat drinking tea at their kitchen table. I probably would have gotten another week on the island as the family that saved me insisted that I meet all of their relatives.
They ARE the Nicest People
It is possible that you have heard of how kind the people in Atlantic Canada are. Good God, it’s true!
The Big Thing
I composed an apology for it on a piece of hotel paper and left it beside my little towers of money in an attempt to not be a dick. “Excusez-moi pour les coins,” I wrote.