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 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…

The Face

"My father runs Palucci Brother's Construction with his brother," began Sandro Palucci from the front of my 10th grade Careers class. The night before, we had had to interview our parents about their jobs and create a short presentation from those interviews. So far there'd been three construction company owners and one bakery owner's offspring…

The Books

Buzzing from the excitement of finishing Little Women, I decided to start reading my next novel, Feed, at my hair appointment one afternoon. I searched my apartment for a purse to throw the book into, but I couldn't find one, so I decided to just carry it to the salon. I anticipated about a 4…

The Prodigal Daughter

Moving back in with my parents after my break up was so hard. The first day back was the worst. I spent it cleaning out my bedroom and emptying out the few boxes I'd brought home. I did a lot of sulking and hiding from my parents. I couldn't face them. I didn't want to…