On his birthday, family and friends gather, surrounded by balloons, streamers, and a magician with face paint. However, Jack’s latest medical results make it impossible to feel festive. We cling to hope, our faces marked with sorrow. I slice the cake and scoop the ice cream. Jack requests sprinkles, so I cover the top […]
You told me there are three stages of a dandelion—sun, moon, and stars—while our tandem kayak glided across the lake, and beside us, the field shimmered gold. Remnants of sunshine kept us warm, bathing us in its final glow. A flock of waxwings gathered to feast on wild cherries. They looked like cinnamon sprinkled
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Wrapped in layers, left in a basket on the doorstep, umbilical stump still attached, she joined eighteen other orphans confined to cribs in a cold room. A year later, she’s ethereal in my arms— fluffy-haired and warm, like a bundle of laundry fresh from the dryer, soft and airy. Unbundled, skin-to-skin,
The young woman sitting in front read aloud, speaking eloquently, her voice a melody. The professor, arms crossed like an aircraft marshaller, signalled for her to stop. My turn. After having twins and taking a long break from post-secondary education, I worked to regain my footing in college. Now that the boys
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