The Gift Exchange

As a rookie teacher at my school, I decided to partake in the office Secret Santa exchange. Since we have a large staff and include all teachers, admin and counselors in the draw, we fill out a short survey to give our gift-giver some hints on what we might like. That year, I drew the…

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The Fall

Gilmore Girls was paused on my parents' television screen as I excitedly recounted my Saturday night to Cynthia. She'd already read the text-by-text synopsis, but now she was hearing the fully detailed narrative, complete with retrospective analysis and demonstrations of the risque hand placement. I was absolutely beaming. We called it my Troy High Horse…

The Inheritance

We were staying in a chic little townhouse cottage on the sands of Punta Del Diablo, Uruguay, in the off season. We'd traveled 9000km from our Canadian home to visit Montevideo and an additional 300km to get to this small region, at my grandfather's request. He was a Montevideo native. Back in the 60s, when…

The Test

I glance around the room anxiously. My students are writing a test. All I can hear is the turning of sheets, the rubbing of eraser against the page, the squeaking of desks as they write. Overhead the dull fan is our ambient noise. I can feel their nervous energy radiating off of them. Their sweaty…

The Knives

A cautionary tale; "You can't give knives as gifts!" My mother informed me, after I'd revealed my plan for my boyfriend Paul's birthday gift. "Why not?" I wondered as we navigated our way through the busy Daleyork Mall hallways. "They say it severs the friendship," she explained. I could tell by the serious tone in…

The Phoenix

“I'm not going to that party,” was the nasty text I received from Seth Grady, to a provocative invite I’d sent him to my best friend’s toga birthday party. I was expecting that. Deserving that, in fact, since just last month I had sent him a fairly formal, “I’m-sick-of-your-shit” text message. I’d meant it too,…

The Observation

My stomach hurt. My digestive tract was failing me. This was not new. I'd felt this way several times before. My lactose intolerance loves to flare up at its worst under periods of extreme pressure. This was in addition to my internalized anxiety that had manifested itself as heart palpitations and whole body trembling. It's…

The Housewarming

I went to a party last Saturday. My friend Olivia and her husband bought a house in Tolbon. Tolbon is the city I used to live in. The city I abandoned. In another life. Several years have passed since then, and I've only been back a handful of times. Returning tends to be bittersweet. It's…

The Soulmates

I left my boyfriend Anthony in the living room, to enjoy the last period of the hockey game, while practicing some songs on his electric guitar. I happily crawled onto my bed, propped my head against my pillows and pulled out my copy of Wuthering Heights. I'd been reading it for the past week. At…

The Tummy Ache

I woke up in agonizing pain. A stabbing. Right in my stomach. Beside me, Ant was still snoring peacefully. The sky outside our windows was still black as night, but I knew that going back to sleep was not an option. All I could do was writhe. There was such a strong pressure. A firm,…