Elements of Indigenous Style – Gregory Younging

I received this book has part of a final gift from my publishing program. When I first saw it in my bag, I was disappointed. I don't typically read textbooks for fun, so I felt like it was a waste of the five books in the bag. But then I realized I was being close-minded.…

The Purse

When the busboy brought the dark brown leather Burberry purse to the front desk of the steakhouse, where I worked as a hostess, we scoffed. What kind of person forgets their purse at a restaurant, we wondered. An expensive purse, at that. We figured she must be some rich housewife, who doesn't really care too…

The Butterflies

Butterflies. What a beautiful expression to describe the waves of nausea coursing through my stomach right now. The flicker of anxiety reaching up to my heart and causing this insomnia. My whole body is tingling with this nervous anticipation. How sweet it is to liken this horrible feeling to majestic butterflies. Of course, if tomorrow…

The Final

I rushed home that evening, taking the back roads because the main city streets had been blocked off since early that morning. The traffic was horrific, and the entire city was abuzz with excitement. Storefront after storefront that I passed bore our team’s logo and slogan in their windows. It felt like the entire city…

The Festival of Trees

It was the second week of my publishing program, and I found myself volunteering with my class at a children's book festival. Not even two weeks to the day, I had been teaching adult students academic English. Now I was being shown around this outdoor space with my classmates. They were nearly the same age…

The Illness

My feet dangled freely from the wooden dining room chair as I dunked my chocolate chip cookies into a mug of milk. As I ate, I watched my favourite television show, Full House, on the bulky brown television set in the corner of my grandparent's kitchen. I liked this episode a lot so far. I…

The Dining Set

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, my black cat lay belly-up on the end of our red couch, his front paws suspended upwards toward the ceiling, a blank look in his eye. On the other side of the couch, I lay in much the same position, only clutched between my paws I held my iPhone. I…

The Ramp

There had been warning signs for weeks, but I never thought they would actually do it. I couldn't fathom how they could actually do it. It seemed so ludicrous. So absurd. So I wasn't prepared when it happened. It was a Wednesday morning. I picked up my coworker Amanda, and we set off on our…

The Cooking Class

I took Cooking as a bird class in high school. At the time, I was too immature to realize how truly innovative my high school was to even offer this class. In the first half of the semester we had cooking lessons and demonstrations, and during the second half, the class ran a restaurant as…

The Diagnosis

I pulled into a vacant spot in the parking lot that was shaded over by a large tree. Before I left my car to enter the mall, I checked my phone. I'd almost forgotten that I'd texted my mom to see how my grandmother's neurologist appointment had gone. "It's Alzheimer's." My mom had texted back.…