1989

Autumn evening calls, it’s after dinner and we are out the door. It’s dark and it doesn’t matter. Innocent energy unfurls, high-tops hit pavement, full tilt. We run and run through the neighbourhood; jump fences, sneak…

Fuck you and your toe nails

What do a band-aid, a hairball, and a wedding ring have in common? Well, if you’ve ever had the pleasure of working as a swimming pool lifeguard, you’d know. “My favourite thing is cleaning out the hair and lint strainers every Saturday…

Finding Amy

2016 was the year I learned that “jib” is a street name for meth; it’s also known as “side,” crack is “up,” and heroin is “down.” It was also the year I tried to rescue my little sister from the land of up-side-down. I scoured the scene…