Five Senses

Sound: The misshapen amber ooze inside the stained tissue paper crackles to the counter top in a spray of needles and dried gum. It’s as if the clock has struck three and it’s July 1998 again. The crusty shoulders of Canmore’s hulking Three Sisters mountains are...
The Heroine’s Journey of Discovery

The Heroine’s Journey of Discovery

It’s September, and in honour of all the kids going back to school, I was doing some computer hard drive house-cleaning. Not that I need the space but it does keep me from doing chores like cobweb-hunting and folding laundry. I signed up for what looks to be a...