Month: February 2020

Inner child

When my parents laughed at my temper tantrums, it made my crying even louder. After all, here I was all upset, hoping there would be empathy for my…

Mind movie

One of the most dangerous things about driving in a Canadian winter isn’t the black ice (although that is dangerous) or the freezing rain (although that is dangerous…

Judgment spectacles

I’d been married only two years – and then I was in a room with the dead uncle. Well, the uncle-in-law. It was the first time I’d seen…

Real seeing

The best night of the year was when Father Christmas came to my street. Never has a truck looked so magical, transformed by lights and music into CHRISTMAS…

Defiance

Mr Redgrave was the headmaster of my first school. His face was crumpled, he smoked cigars, and his office had a scratchy carpet the colour of a kingfisher….

Finding truth

I never knew if I was being hazed or if this was how it was. At the end of the 90s, I did editing shifts on a big…

Self

When the newspaper came out last week, I realized we’d left my name off an article. All those wonderful words written by Anon. This year, through a series…

Narratives

One day when I was about seven years old, our next-door neighbour put a boat on his front lawn. There it sat, marooned with – most critically –…

Life and

Grandpa died an hour before my grade five piano exam. I did the exam anyway, and left the room all happy because I survived the sight-reading part. My…

Practice

I fear I was my violin teacher’s worst nightmare: a scratchy, screechy, stinky teenager who never picked up his instrument between Tuesdays. “Did you practice this week?” she…

How reality is made

My grandfather was the youngest of 13, born in Deptford, south-east London, to parents who struggled to make ends meet. By the end of his life, he and…

Circle

One Christmas, when I was six years old, I had a massive – existential – argument with my parents. I was sobbing on a stool in the kitchen…

This is grey

I first heard of Margaret Thatcher when I was in the Downing Primary School playground and someone referred to her as an “old bag.” I didn’t know who…

Busy Being

When I was six, I wanted to be an elevator operator. There was excitement in buttons, sending cabled box to basement and roof. (I graduated to escalators, hitting…