Exquisite Corpse

This past week the masses descended upon High Park for the annual Cherry Blossoms. Like so many traditions something has got lost in transl...

There’s the hill down to Grenadier Pond, where the signs prohibit tobogganing, but really stop no one at all. There’s the smaller one north...

The sky grew dusky as the eclipse approached, though we would not experience total blackness. To the south, a seething dark mass indicated ...

Near the end, she was always cold. Her body fought so hard to keep her breathing; it had no energy left to keep her warm. Her last days were...

Her afternoon was nearly done Now on the chair Comfort there To be in sun To be in sun Remembering when She was young And just begu...

So often, I talk myself out of doing things. It’s too far, too expensive, too much effort. But on Monday, we spontaneously found ourselves r...

Want proof that we’re living in an elaborate simulation? Look no further than the Moon.      For a start, if it really did form at the same...

My astronomer-pal Steve tells me that viewing the eclipse in Toronto will be underwhelming, even at 99.8% coverage, but we choose to stay ho...

Yes, there’s such a thing, which produces such surefire Giller-winning plotlines as: A group of writers learn to salt cod despite an ab...

Early spring Monday morning, listening to the news, trying to expand my knowledge when I see an Asian lady beetle striding along my wind...

I walked by St. Casimir’s yesterday and was reminded of Palm Sunday. In my early 20s, I denounced my Catholic upbringing. My ultra-liberal m...

FANWOOD —June 1970—My mother sent me off on an afternoon hike in the Watchung Mountains with a bunch of other scouts from Pack 33. It was ...

In the continuing effort to unearth Lauretta’s gangster moll past, I revisited her wedding. She’d married Presbyterian on a Tuesday and to...

I knew I was in the wrong job when a month into my (very short) stint as an editor with Chatelaine, I heard a colleague talk about Spring ...

Songs of a bright and future home settle in Are these shores reachable beyond the beckoning of war drums and convulsions of paroxysmal god...

In her four walls, mortality whispers in her ear. Moments are ever fleeting. The child she was is gone. The young woman from oh so long ago,...

In 1908, Eva and James Doughty, purchased a brand-new house in Parkdale, just off Roncesvalles Avenue—$2850, $800 down. They moved in with ...

Les deux Marguerites, vieilles belles sœurs  Les deux Thérèses, plein de bonheurs  Léocadie sauvegarde à nos racines  Suzanne prend bien soi...

The month of March makes its entrance like a thirteen-year-old who doesn’t know how to brush or (dare I say) wash his hair or even how to m...

Ricky’s twenty one and Jackie’s nineteen but she’s done things he’s never dreamed She’s got a devil’s smile, angel’s lips, she’s drawin...