I dredged them out of the crawl space. Plastic yellow and red boxes filled with 35mm colour slides, strips of black and white film in brittle paper sheaths. They
The first time he accused me of stealing from him, he was lying on his bed reading The Northern Miner.
(From my diary)
There will be no better days than today. There may be days as good. Days that are good but different. But today was as good as it gets.
My mother and father are visiting. They dithered until my sister-in-law, she-who-makes-decisions-instantly, bought them airplane tickets. I moved the firm guest mattress from the back bedroom to the front guest bedroom. My mother
There are six of them. One