All my pre-married life, I lived in a house that had a junk drawer. It was always in the kitchen—why is it that we never have enough cupboard space, but we have drawers in such abundance that we fill them … Continue reading
I had an epiphany. I was reading this book for school called The Englishman’s Boy by Guy Vanderhaeghe, and I noticed that printed on the cover was a boastful announcement that the book was a winner of the Governor General’s … Continue reading
It appears some of you have noticed that when you click on the “comments: none” link here at Archives of Our Lives, you are unable to add a comment like you usually can. This is not an accident. I did … Continue reading
Today is my dad’s birthday. There’s my dad and me—well, they say that’s me, but I don’t recognise me. It could be my sister. Sweet shoes, though, Dad. I wish you still had those so I could swipe them. I … Continue reading
I have been married for almost two years, and it has only been within the last few months that I have really started to feel like a wife. It’s true—until recently, I felt like just Poor Kyle’s girlfriend and not … Continue reading
I’ve made a paradigm shift in my life this semester—did you know? It’s true: I’ve decided to be happy about life. Happy about school, specifically. I complained my entire way through last semester, and even though I passed with good … Continue reading
I know it’s good to move on and everything, but it just feels right for me to be a little somber today. It bothers me—ever so slightly, but still—to see this feature article on msn.com’s main page: A nice little … Continue reading