When people told me that I should read this book I imagined all the rock that must have been dumped in the ocean to create the Canso causeway and I imagined the dust and the noise and decided to skip it. MacIntyre is familiar to me from his work with the CBC and I appreciate his skill as a jour...
She drove to Walden first, let herself in. Fed the cat. Cleaned the litter box. Found a warm coat and stocking cap in a closet, then headed for the hospital. JC was sitting on the side of his bed, obviously impatient. “What a waste of time this was,” he said, as he struggled into the coat. He stu...
Settling into the front seat of my truck on Friday morning, Caddy seemed subdued, an unfamiliar shyness in the look she gave me as she fastened her seatbelt. As we drove away I realized my failure to respond to her glance had caused her mood to swing to sadness, then toward what seemed like irrit...