Modern Medical Miracles

Our emotions are raw Kept tightly wrapped We talk of friends, the weather Never, what if………… Waiting this time is like watching for a birth

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Sibling Madness

It was unusual for Aaron to call so I always answered the phone when he did. These conversations were cerebral and sometimes hard to follow...

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Florence, By Any Other Name

My Gran was born Florence --Imagine a baby in the 1920s With such a serious name--Burdensome, so she went by another But we never forget...

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My Purple

I often take pride in the testimony that I never wore dresses as a kid. But that’s a lie. At age 5 I wore one dress - a single dress and that dress only.

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What I Promised to Do

I’m trying to get into our new safe deposit box, but I haven’t brought the key with me. “Can’t you open it with yours?” I ask. She gives me a quizzical look.

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Sunday Night Shoe Shine

As a child, any time I got to spend with Dad amounted to the thumb space at the toe of a tight shoe. Dad was a general handyman in the surrounding neighborhoods...

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What the Mirror Says

I saw my father in the mirror. The eyes within the glass— The same shade as an Oak cascaded in moss— Are an uncanny reflection of his own.

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80 Places to Submit Literary Writing in Canada

Check out this guide to Canadian literary submissions, which includes submission information for 90 Canadian literary journals, magazines and websites.

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Book Review: Shapes of Native Nonfiction

Shapes of Native Nonfiction delivers 27 lyric essays from 18 indigenous authors. The essays are grouped into four sections—technique, coiling, plaiting, and twining.

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Same Like Me

“Can we pray for my brother?” She asked as I petitioned the class for prayer intentions. “We just found out he is going to be incarcerated...”

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Results of the 2020 Place & Home Contest

Congratulations to the winners of the 2020 Dreamers Stories of Migration, Sense of Place and Home Contest. This contest honours the term “Dreamers”...

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Oralia

A heavy weight presses down on my chest. It feels like a chasm is forming under the breastplates covering my heart. I take a moment...

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History Lessons

Mid-way through a week of walking the vales and fells of the Lakes | My new friend Judy asks: | What do your parents do?

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Under Water

The Sunday I first went to the quarry was after I made Tito choose. He’d been back in the States a few weeks. This is what his mother...

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Mumina, the Mouse and I

I arrive late at my writers group, stepping into the quiet swish of pens on paper, of fingers tapping on keyboards. I love that look of concentration...

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Bring Me Your Yearning

Two days before the bicentennial and Madeline Harper’s tenth birthday, someone rowed an eighteen-foot Statue of Liberty constructed entirely of Venetian blinds...

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Book Review: Requiem For My Rave

It’s all here: the good, the bad and the sketchy. Hulla parties were an exciting and risky destination for the underground kandy kids of Toronto...

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The Psychiatric Patient Profiled in My Application

I hold the paper in my hand. My case worker is friendly, not callous or distant. I ask him to decode the letter I have received in the mail. I think it says what I hope it says...

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