Category: Remembery


The Drama …Club

Did I ever tell you about my short-lived career as an actual “ad-man”? *wavy remembery lines* Way back in the once-upon-a-time, there was a drama club. And that drama club was trying to recruit new members. I went to a high school where there was a pretty clear divide between the band-drama kids and the football-sports kids. Our town gave… Read more →

Three Stories

A Story About Crows for @lizzers_ Once Upon a Time, I lived far north of here in a “ranch-style bungalow” on a hill in a city bound by a river. The city itself still had many Wild Places. Not the kind of wild places where one might go after a night in one’s cups, but the kind of Wild Places… Read more →

Storytelling Month – The Basement

To celebrate Storytelling Month, I’m going to tell you at least one story per week in  February. These are all true stories. I don’t think I’ve ever told this story before. Maybe I have and I’ve just reached that stage of perpetual awesomeness where my memory of stories is like that thing that things get out of. A prison or a… Read more →

It’s been a while

I don’t remember exactly when it was he told me how he felt, but after I knew, I couldn’t stop looking at him. I stole glances whenever I could. He lived further from me than many of my other friends, but I saw him regularly.  I could feel him watching me, too, or so I imagined. I thought about what… Read more →

It’s Been 21 Years, One Month, Three Weeks, and One Day

Roughly, or thereabouts, I figure, since I last saw you. Of course, I am forgetting the time I saw you in passing at the top of the escalators in Place Riel when you told me you were studying education and science and were thinking of becoming a teacher. You asked me to tell my mother that before you walked away… Read more →

The Words of His Roaring

The drive north for a board meeting was lovely; the sun was shining this morning. Every so often I looked across the rolling prairies, and thought of that scene in The Studhorse Man, where the horses all get loose from the slaughterhouse and stampede through downtown Edmonton, and I’d smile. Prairie Odyssey, indeed. When I think of this thing I… Read more →

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