Earl Bouchard could outtalk a flock of geese on a foggy morning. At sixty-three, the lifelong fisherman from a small…
The clock on the stove blinked 12:37. The young man sat alone at the kitchen table, turning a half-empty beer…
I am the mirror above a public washroom sink, and I have seen more human drama than a daytime soap…
Back when his feathers still had that youthful blue shimmer in the sunlight, he would fly low over the village…
We used to be the first thing he reached for in the morning. Before coffee, before the weather, before that…
When I grew up, gas was cheap enough that nobody treated a Sunday drive like a financial decision. Even with…
Most of us live like time is sitting in our back pocket, right beside our wallet and car keys. We…
Here is the quiet truth about regret. It does not knock politely. It barges in unannounced, usually late at night,…
People rarely change all at once. They don’t wake up one morning as a different person, like a software update…
I have moved enough times in recent years to make my belongings suspicious of cardboard boxes. Eastern Townships of Quebec…