Constructing a Fable
I opened up this browser today because the nagging tiny voice at the back of my mind could not be ignored any longer. I have …
I opened up this browser today because the nagging tiny voice at the back of my mind could not be ignored any longer. I have …
I love Vancouver. I’ve never said much to the contrary, but over the last couple of days, my love for her has grown by leaps …
It was usually a Tuesday or Wednesday. I would hop on the #9 Alma… it dropped off right in front of the doors, which was …
The past 2 months has been what I can only now classify as creative atrophy. Looking for a new home has taken much longer than …
Spring and Autumn. The months of change. I love watching things begin, and eventually come to an end. After being in the cold of Alberta …
It would not be unlike the final scenes in It’s a Wonderful Life: I envisioned me, running through the town, blessing everyone and everything with …
I’ve always been fascinated with history. Mostly just the mundane parts about history like what people wore, things they kept in their kitchens, things they …
I admit it. I was wrong. I was cynical, and flip and smug and negative. And I was so, so wrong. I have thus been absent …
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