March 4, 2015
One day when I was four or five I was at some sort of party. The party wasn’t to do with me, so I don’t remember what it was about. I was grumpy about something, probably just that I had to leave the commune.
February 23, 2014
When they were building the house, my dad and my uncles fitted the flat part of the stairs, the part you step on, into places measured twice and cut once, and their places clearly marked with the flat carpenter’s pencils I loved to play with once my fine motor control came in.
March 2, 2012
A baby star spouted two jets of colourful gas. Canadians are so cash-strapped that 52% of them didn’t make any super contributions. J Edgar Hoover’s role in the Nixon Whitehouse. Two American NATO servicemen were killed in Afghanistan. The US Senate is about to vote on whether they’re going to let religion dictate their laws. […]
July 4, 2011
If I was going to write a memoir, I wonder where I would start. I wonder if I would start with my first memory and work my way forward in time from there. I wonder if I could remember things properly and how many arguments I would have with my sisters because they would remember […]