The french press she gave me, one of those most thoughtful gifts I’ve received to date for my birthday, is broken. I can’t tell where the break is, the crack is invisible. Every time I use it, water spills out onto the counter, slowly. Patiently, I wipe it up and drink the near perfect coffee
“Mom, where is the fox?” my daughter asked brightly one night as we sat at the dinner table. “What?” I asked, my brow furrowed, unsure of what she was referencing. “The fox. The one at school.” I put my fork down, completely intrigued.. I looked to my son hoping for some clarification. He shrugged his
A recent study came out saying that half of Canadians are living paycheque to paycheque. We’re just going to file this under, “Duh. Water is wet, and also rain falls from the sky.” In all honesty, I’m surprised the percentage isn’t higher. Housing prices in Canada are obnoxiously high, renting is no longer the “cheaper option”,
Anyone who asked me two week ago if I was excited for back to school was meant with a groan and possibly a quip about how I wasn’t ready for the summer to be over. I love the freedom that comes with summer; there is no real obligations, there’s a spontaneity that you can’t duplicate
The boat is sinking, me inside, my hair perfect, my lips painted red. Can you tell I’m falling apart? I refuse the life jacket, because I don’t need it; I won’t fall out. I’ll hold on tight. Just watch how strong I am, watch how I weather this storm. You can’t see the fear in
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