The Move

It's hard to see them coming sometimes - fundamental changes that irrevocably alter the whole makeup of your life. It feels like day in and day out, nothing really changes. The days feel long and monotonous. Same couch, same pandemic, same life. But these small, seemingly inconsequential, things happen every so often. You sell your…

The Fountain

The summer between elementary and high school, my best friend Chloe and I spent most of our Saturdays at Amuseland, the theme park conveniently located down the street from our neighborhood. My mom would drop us off on her way to work in the mornings and then pick us up on her way home. We…

The Celebrity

"Set up tables 31-35 in the dining room for a party of 14," James, the general manager at The Tap, said to another hostess. She disappeared into the dining room to arrange the tables. I frowned. We didn't typically take reservations on Saturday nights, even if it was 9:30pm. James explained, "it's for Mario Lopez."…

The Bridgewood Kids

I walked down the long university corridor slower than everyone else. I was still adjusting to my new life's pace. I'd only graduated high school six months prior, but I felt light years ahead, in another lifetime. In high school, I'd slid through with common sense and minimal effort. I made the honour roll and…

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 Crayons

When I was a child, long before I learned that I had not been blessed with any artistic talent, I used to watch the British television show Art Attack religiously. I would lye on my belly on the rug in my grandparent's living room watching Neil create such amazing things. It was my favourite show.…

The Walk

I got off the bus at Olde and Savidville armed with a latte in my left hand and my iPhone 7 in my right. The inch of slush on the ground soaked right through my grey knit Uggs almost immediately. Ugh. I wasn't about to let the Canadian February weather ruin my mood. I was…