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…

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 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 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 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…

The Blog

In the third month of my pathway program for international students entering a Canadian post-secondary school, we do a unit on Digital Media. The first reading is, “Blogs as Participatory Media.” “So first of all, what is a blog?” I asked my class to introduce the reading one afternoon. Francesca, my 22 year old student…