Dreamless in Detroit
This isn’t VeggieTales.
The Warmth of Community
They made a makeshift cardboard torch from our flame and took it to help light a fire for their kids.
Message in a Bottle
That was what we really wanted, to crash into each wave, gasping and reaching for each other to prepare for the next one.
Chairs, Mate.
The chair that always had yogurt cups tucked into its corners!
Bullet Journal Guy
I had never learned to actually do creative work in the first place.
Uninspiring Holidays, Detailed
If you lived in Manitoba, you could at least call today Terry Fox Day. But then you would live in Manitoba.
The Enduring Value of The Babysitters Club
Excuse me while I go buy a fedora.
Confession
What if you just need more time to have a look around?
The Memory of a Screen
It is forever in the way that every teenager screenshots a text message to send to a friend in disbelief, in the way that grandmothers download pictures off of Facebook and print them out.
A Trip Down the Memory Expressway
I imagine telling my story to someone; spin a future where there wasn’t a pandemic anymore, and I wasn’t working at a warehouse anymore, and I wasn’t alone anymore.
