The Boat Ride

I don't have a great memory. Sometimes my friends think I do because I post blogs based on memories. The truth is: all memories are fiction. Nobody can remember exactly what was because even what was, wasn't really uniform when it was occurring. Everything that happens is subject to each individual's personal perception of the…

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The Storm

Another dreary winter in Leafton meant lots of warnings about adverse weather. Flurries, freezing rain, extreme cold, harsh winds and huge snow squalls were constantly impending. None of these things were ever as bad as when they hit right in the middle of the already messy rush hour commute. "They're calling for 30cm of snow…

The Attack

I wanted to stand atop a chair and yell as loudly as my voice would allow, "I'm not doing it for attention! These tears are involuntary!!" I wanted to scream it from the rooftops, bellow it through a megaphone. But then, of course, that would just draw more unnecessary attention upon myself, which is exactly…

The Award

I pulled up in front of my co-worker Amanda's house and took a sip of coffee. Despite the ability to wake up half an hour later than usual this morning, I was as exhausted as ever. At least today was a PD Day, and we wouldn't have to teach. Today would consist of a routine…

The Steering Wheel

Troy and I lightly jogged across the parking lot, anxious to get into the car. It was freezing outside. We swung open the doors to his BMW which was already beginning to heat up, thanks to his automatic car starter, and jumped inside. I instantly felt the relieving heat on my back and upper thighs…

The Wallet

It was late Sunday afternoon when I realized my wallet was missing. I searched my apartment high and low for it, but came up short. It was gone. "When did you last have it?" Asked my boyfriend. I scanned my memory. I definitely had it when we were at Walmart the night before. I used…

The Bearhouse

When I was in my senior year of high school, I thought that I would become an elementary school teacher, despite the fact that I had had in my life, very little interaction with young children. To rectify this fault, I got the bright idea to apply to The Bearhouse, a store where kids got…

The Return

Three days into the new year, I woke up to a text from an old friend of mine, Stewie Goode. He said he'd e-mailed an ex-classmate of his, who was now a head hunter, about me. He asked her what my chances of getting a job as a law clerk or legal secretary would be…

The Slot Machine

"Here's the money for the Uber," Amy attempted to hand me 7 American dollars as we headed through the airport to get to our terminal. "No, I don't want it," I protested. I didn't want to bring back any American money, I had just spent my last 5 dollars on a bag of chips. With…

The Bachelorette Party

With an unsteady hand, I poured equal parts vodka and cranberry juice into an empty water bottle over the sink in my apartment. This was not typical behaviour for me, at least not since I'd been eighteen years old. But desperate times call for desperate measures. In this case, the desperation stemmed from the fact…