Performers

Her head is exaggeratedly poised on a stiffly held neck; her expression overloaded with feigned interest in what he is saying, which by the way, is a whole lot of nothing. He sits back languidly in his seat, legs crossed, ensuring his hand and cigarette are just so and that his expression conveys the right …

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Another place

Those who have gone there agree that it is exceptional! And that it reaches far above and beyond the more general feeling of well-being or cozy comfort that you might experience while sitting by the fire with a glass of wine and a good book or snuggled between freshly laundered sheets. Even its source both …

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1989

That summer of 1989 was distinguished by a philosophy of carpe diem and a Faustian desire to learn. We were young. We were far from home. Everything was possible. “Come on! We are going to be late,” yelled Gianna grabbing her book bag a clementine, my arm and dragging me down the stairs and out …

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A forever bond

She in her play pen trying to escape and me in my high chair cheering her on. Wobbly but determined she would grip the edge of the play pen and thrust her little body back and forth back and forth whilst I joined in by kicking my legs out, squealing and throwing food. Silver tinsel …

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An Italo Canadian way of talking

The citations below are all true and come from our family's collection of Italianisms/Canadianisms and plain goofy but effective communication. They are retold with affection and admired for their comedic value even all these years later. Location: Toronto, Canada between 1953 and 2009 Encyclopedia Salesman: Good morning Madam, may I introduce you to the world …

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When you know, but pretend not to know

I can't explain why I compare, contrast and categorize life events in the way that I do; grammatically that is. What I can tell you, with declarative certainty, is that verb tenses brought me to the clichéd but absolutely true realization that you should live your life in the present. As is the case with …

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A satisfying ending

Lorna shuffles along, curved shoulders hunched slightly forward, bald spot at the back of her head. Every morning she combs and teases the brittle numbered follicles that remain, in a last ditch effort to hide the circle of shame atop her head. Still fastidiously neat, being old school, she swipes lipstick across her thinning lips …

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Meandering

The road winds, dips, rises then curves once more. It's the type of road that motorcyclists love as they lean and meld into its slope. Children too adore the endless appeal of what comes next; curious about what lies around the bend. Sometimes it is a surprise heart stopping view through an unexpected gap in …

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Autumn

falling in love with autumn Trick or treating on streets still damp from rainfall. Leaves wind tossed into heaps, stuck to sidewalks and fence-posts. Nature in Caravaggio's chosen color palette. Sounds are thicker heavier, fabrics denser and meals heartier. Fresh cheeks, rain soaked slickers and damp bangs invigorate. Indoors and outdoors are distinct once more. …

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