The Cowboy

We were playing one of those games. The kind that seem designed with the sole intent of breaking up friendships and destroying relationships. We really liked those kinds of games. The general premise of this one was about knowing your opponents. On their turn, the player would be asked a multiple choice question, and they…

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The Houses

It was the fifth day of our family trip to Uruguay. An uncle had offered to give us a tour of the old neighbourhood where my grandparents, and my mother had all grown up. As we drove through the downtown city streets of Montevideo, I quickly realized my grandparents were very much city people. It…

The Night Owl

I awoke with that awful feeling. You know that feeling. The one where you're all safe in your sleep one minute and then the next, you're jerked to reality through the realization that it's now morning. Soon all that warmth and happiness will be ripped away from you. And you won't get it back until…

The Red Flags

Eight days. Eight days was the length of time my 2015 was Seth Grady free. Day 1 was spent nursing a petulant hangover. Days 2-7 were business as usual. But on the eighth day of this promising new year, my life changed forever. It seemed as if it were a regular Monday. Cynthia, my best…

The Gift

I believe in good gift giving. I’m not one for practical gifts, nor for asking people what gift they want and simply buying it for them. I don’t want to give people gifts they could buy themselves. I don’t like giving gift cards, or money, or anything impersonal. That’s not what gifts are about. I…

The Complaints

Shortly after my grandmother was diagnosed with the beginning stages of Alzheimer's, my mother decided we should take a trip to her home country; Uruguay. Her doctor said it might benefit her to see familiar sights and people from her past. The timing was good; she was lucid enough to know what was going on…

The Carpool

I heard it mentioned in the staff room one afternoon. The bane of my existence throughout my adolescence. The locale to which I had reluctantly returned not but three months prior. The mention of it here, in my teachers office, in midtown Leafton sounded odd and out of place. My personal and professional worlds so…

The Opportunist

Although my birthdays are often joyous occasions, there is one incident that was rather hard to swallow. It happened on the eve of my 23rd birthday. That night, I worked a late shift at the steakhouse, The Tap. After I finished my shift, I sat at the back corner of the bar with some coworkers,…

The English Teacher

"Alexis, can you please stay and talk to me after class?" My 10th grade English teacher, Ms Borden, asked at the end of class one day. No. I did not want to stay behind. I wanted to beeline to the cafeteria to eat a huge panzerotto. I knew what she was going to say, anyway.…

The Shoes

We drove up to my boyfriend Anthony's cousin's farm one Friday night after a long day at work. I was working at a university 30 minutes down the road from my apartment and since the spring sun was in its purest form, I'd taken to walking to work every day. It was a great way…