Eating Air
On my half-light bicycle ride through the country, every now and then a mystical fragrance collided with my nostrils. In response to this oh-so-pleasant…
A Bowl Full
Hello! Who are you?
Often, when I put the kitty litter to the curb, I think of a man I met at the St. Catharines General Hospital a…
Making Monika
We needed a Little Monika for some reenactment scenes in the documentary. Enter Maddie – an adorable eight year old, cuter than pie with…
The Sound of a Town
The sun was quickly disappearing behind the layers of clay tile roof – dusk was settling in way too soon for my liking. I…
The Truth.
The truth is that I haven’t been honest about what’s going on in my life. Telling the truth requires bravery and it’s taken me…
Tiny Brushstrokes
In the autumn of 1990 when I was in grade ten, my mother surprised me with a question. Out of the blue she asked…
Das Kleine Lied Mädchen (The Little Song Girl)
A Christmas Story (inspired by real events, places and people) The heavy wooden doors banged ominously behind her as Monika walked out onto the front…
The Scent of a Town
Arriving back in Canada from an 11 night trip to northern Germany this past July, I jotted down a few impressions of the little…
Cherries in the Sun
“Cherries were my favourite fruit, especially the dried ones. Outside, in front of the window, there was a table covered with cherries to bake…