“D’ya like dags?”

“D’ya like dags?”

  Dressing, I glimpse through the window at a parka-bundled figure across the road, gender imperceptible, clasping the lead of a large cream-coloured dog – some kind of poodle perhaps, guessing at the curly coat. As he trotted nose-to-ground between snowbanks I saw...
That Laugh

That Laugh

  It was the laugh that did it. It made the hairs prickle on the back of my neck and told my seven-year-old spidey-senses something wasn’t right. I’d hear it so often growing up that eventually just the first few jarring notes were all it took to trigger a Pavlovian...
My Mother Was A Nun

My Mother Was A Nun

  It’s true! My mother was once a nun. As a child I gazed at the brittle black-and-white photo of her and a fellow novice in their stiff white habits – starched smiles and wimples – and wondered about her other life. Sometimes, her other life came to...
All we could do was wait…

All we could do was wait…

T is in Junior Kindergarten, where the class are released just before the bell, so parents can collect them and still be at the Grade school entrance in time to meet the older kids as they come bounding out. The current discord between teachers and the government in...
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