Canada
The Street: or How I learned to start worrying about Corrie and listen to Mordecai Richler
There’s a palpable sense that Britain was at its best back when people were living on rations, the era that had just come to a close when Coronation Street first went on the air.
My Airport: YEG
An airport that lets you enter the United States before you geographically enter the United States.
My hair was wet and I smelled like chlorine, and I felt great.
It’s funny, the cannabis industry folk here are always talking about “reducing stigma,” but I can often spot my fellow dudes who are also going to the weed store.
I moved back and forth between this life and that life
Caught constantly between my open wounds pressed against sharp edges and my peeling skin, and her open wounds pressed against sharp edges and her peeling skin.
Costco is always ready to remind you of the march of time, and they’re selling parkas now.
The lineup for checkout stretches down the side aisles well toward the back of the store.
A writer, textile artist, and filmmaker walked into the kitchen.
There isn’t a punchline, it’s simply what happened.
My Dictator: Jean Chrétien
Whenever I told people that my great-grandmother taught him English, they would joke that she hadn’t done a very good job.
