Exquisite Corpse

Last Monday I saw a skeleton with a Halloween sign, and I felt myself becoming Laurie’s recycle-bin-lady. This is so wrong. But why do I car...

Cycling up the new asphalt on Sorauren last week took me back to the town where I first learned to ride, where every summer, the approach ...

Dad volunteered for the RCAF in 1940, but they made him wait. Impatient, he joined the army. He landed in Normandy in July 1944 and was depl...

Fall smelled like new Woolco clothes, a PVC school bag with yesterday’s banana. Fresh Crayolas. Then Avon perfumes (samples) and lined-paper...

I confess I don’t know what to write about. Not one clever line or idea has come to me. I’m in that dull transition phase—my breath held—be...

Walking past the US Consulate in Toronto recently, I spotted a plaque in a bed of greenery. It celebrated a unique friendship that was forge...

Everyone but me is retiring. I had no plans to until I met Joanne from Kingsville. Joanne takes daily walks around the subdivision—the one b...

The way I see it, maybe me and my planet are just growing old and decrepit together. And maybe the summers are getting hotter, because I sur...

“But temperatures are rising…”      “It’s summer. It’s supposed to be hot.”      “But I mean, we’re setting records. In Europe, this year’s ...

“It’s doomsday,” texts my son about the yellow miasma out there. Close the windows tight. Shut the doors. Put on the fans. Purify your air...

I found myself today on one of those crash course collisions with another human. You know the one—you make eye contact from afar, do the dos...

It was a hot summer day in 1910, when Mrs. Eva Doughty caught her stepson, Harold, scratching his name into the bricks of their brand new h...

Perhaps it would be a stretch to call it a modern reiteration of Gift of the Magi, but a few Christmases ago, Jim bought Leslie a TUSHY . U...

Henry would never move, because he’d have to get rid of things: furniture, personal effects, his salvage trove. His wife belittled the latte...

I hate packing, so I’m never moving again. My kids will have to pack up all my stuff when I’m gone. So I’ve said countless times. But that w...

Turns out there are only fourteen different calendar configurations: one for each day at the start of a regular year; another seven for leap...

Bee sat on my couch, looked up at our staircase and said, “Ah, geez, when you replacing that carpet?”      I thought I just did, but that wa...

Roy knows I hate missing deadlines. Maybe that’s from years of client work (I don’t miss that), or my Navy days (I do miss them), but I’m n...

Spent the previous four days procrastinating Reread Laurie’s drabble Took a shower to think about it Spent an hour phone scrolling Made ...

Body dysmorphic clothes buying (63–6*=57 years) Three species daily pill-taking (38 years) Vegetarianism (40–1.5†=38.5 years) Friday me...