Exquisite Corpse

Our neighbourhood is beautiful. And Judgey. For flavour, have a look at the Roncy/Parkdale Friendly Neighbours Facebook page which boasts a ...

Sure, I hadn’t shaved for days; and maybe I hadn’t had a haircut in months. And yes, I’d most definitely fallen into the habit of wearing my...

The #20 bus rolls along East Hastings Street like the Mars rover across an alien landscape. We passengers, safely behind glass, are like s...

On a train from Ottawa, we’re told, due to maintenance, there’ll be an hour-long detour towards the Toronto end of the line. We slow to a c...

I started Grade 6 with a kid whose favourite dirty word by far was dick. And he sure got to use it a lot, because even now I’m surprised how...

After Auntie Annemarie dressed up like a sozzled Santa in 1966, the mysteries of Christmas were revealed to me. My parents never really “did...

Sex education was controversial in my small town. Eventually it was decided that we Grade Sixes would receive a single morning of instruct...

In the silence after the argument—with miles to go before they reached home—Grace death-gripped the steering wheel and stared at the road, i...

My man came into my life a few years ago.      I first met him in Burlington. It was a long haul there, but I was told he was a “licker”—s...

Hail to the bus driver Bus driver Bus driver Hail to bus driver Bus driver man . . . . . . who’d put up with us for all of the 280 miles to ...

I recently joined a Facebook page dedicated to my grade school. I did a deep dive until I landed on a group picture, circa 1975, of some o...

For my parents’ fiftieth anniversary, we sons banded together to buy them a trip anywhere they wanted to go. They’d already travelled a lot ...

On the cusp of adulthood, one Friday in the 1950s, Dad, with his Elvis pompadour, left work and picked up his brother Alan. They drove all n...

George was her first real boyfriend. Desperate to be in love, he happened to come along at the right place and time—a drunken house-party. T...

Sometime in 1987, I got it into my head to write some science fiction and, as authors do, decided to consult with an expert, which essential...

Apart from Hockey Night in Canada, CKLW news, and the occasional late night soft porn, Gerry didn't watch television, he slept by it. I...

“Imagine ten men in a cabin on an island. There’s a blizzard. The power goes out. All they have is duct tape, 48 beers, three cans of beans,...

My favourite card game growing up was Cheat because, duh, you were allowed to cheat. My favourite type of cheat in the game was not the bold...

I’ve been wasting a huge amount of time playing word games online. One, at least, is simple enough: six letters, and your job’s to find as m...

In grade four, Cathy Maxwell got caught chewing gum and told to put her name on the blackboard. She wrote in a fast hand, piqued at being c...