My father bought just shy of 500 acres of land, where Crozier and Roddick Townships collided, the year I was born. Like a lot of land at that time, land that was to become farmland, most of it was still wild, half of it uncleared. Beavers had claimed the northwest […]

I checked the weather for the month of October. It really looked quite good, so I printed it off, and I am going to keep track of how close it is. Despite being short of hay and pasture, the dry conditions this summer were so much more enjoyable than the […]

Dear Mr. Quesnel: I’ve tried to call you Louis, as you urged, but I couldn’t, despite my efforts. Mr. Quesnel seemed a more respectful greeting, though time made us friends. John Donne, born in London in 1571, told us, “Death comes equally to us all, and makes us equal when […]

My father bought just shy of 500 acres of land, where Crozier and Roddick Townships collided, the year I was born. Like a lot of land at that time, land that was to become farmland, most of it was still wild, half of it uncleared. Beavers had claimed the northwest […]

A shelving unit stands next to my bed, a home for my favourite books. I have shelves dedicated to Indigenous writers. On the top shelf is the Summary of the Final Report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada. In the preface, dated June 2, 2015, the Honourable Justice […]

For days now, I’ve been battling with the forces of writer’s block and going blue in the face trying to unload some sort of quality alphabet shaped like a column. My neck of the woods continues to brim with “believe it or not” episodes that make for literary fodder, but […]