twenty years on, the author reflects on being trapped in a vortex of dark energy
The crunching was hurting his head. “It’s a chip,” I whispered.
Having grown up in Dorval, my attitude was always, Look, you knew where you were buying your house.
The lineup for checkout stretches down the side aisles well toward the back of the store.
I feel hen-pecked by the bikes when I’m driving, and when I’m on my bike, I feel buoyed by them.