Short Stories - non fiction

Anne Day

Around our house my husband and I will often try to earmark a given Saturday or Sunday as either "Anne Day" or "Bruce Day". It's a day when one of us gets a pass from helping around the house, doing groceries, making meals. Most of the time one of us will try to declare the… Continue reading Anne Day

Short Stories - non fiction

It was a cold, dark, wet, night

Back in the 80's, I was attending Concordia University in Montreal. I lived with my folks in the West Island. It was not an easy commute getting to and from school. Because of the lack of reliable public transportation, I often figured out a car pool arrangement with a classmate in any given class. Sometimes… Continue reading It was a cold, dark, wet, night