Canada is a society rather than a nation.
Amanda, you finally decided to answer the phone, her mom exclaimed after picking up at the first ring. Where’ve you been, what’ve you been up to?Mom, do you remember when I was a kid, I had a friend,...
…I’m afraid of what the digital age will do to the world, to the things we think are important… it’s almost like people want to believe in some illusion that they’re robots and forget altogether that...
Let me put it this way. Canada is not so much a country as a holding tank filled with the disgruntled progeny of defeated peoples.
Wendy’s house, unlike many in Cape Breton, had three floors, along with a basement and attic. Aside from Wendy’s bedroom, there was a laundry room. The dirty water in the sink would rush from the wash...
The twentieth century belongs to Canada.
I know what I'm talking about, Alecto! When I think of Jud, I think of the times he wanted to be a coal miner, the times he took Wendy and me sailing in the harbour, the times he showed me how to play...
You’re innocent until proven guilty, Mandy exclaimed, unable to hide her gleeful smile. She missed the way people used to have normal conversations, used to be more caring for each other than themselv...
Kipster is a perfectly valid word, Wendy argued, about to write down her score on the little notepad that had come with the game. Okay, so what does it mean? Mandy wanted to know. Wendy struggled to c...
Canada is the place where maple syrup is its own food group.
I think a stalwart peasant in a sheepskin coat born on the soil whose forefathers have been farmers for ten generations with a stout wife and a half-dozen chickens is good quality.