Tag Archives: Victoria

Dear Bernadette: A review, kind of.

Posted on July 19, 2013 by

Dear Ms. Bernadette Fox, First thing’s first. I know what you are thinking. You are thinking Does this woman realise I am a fictional character? Yes? Do she care? No. I have been talking to fictional characters ever since I … Continue reading →

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Three New Things I Did on my Vacation

Posted on August 14, 2012 by

 1. I stood on my head. Okay, this is something I excelled at as a child. I even have this weird mercenary memory of making $5 on a bet at my own father’s funeral for standing on my head for … Continue reading →

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The Business of Friends

Posted on August 4, 2012 by

Or businesses. One thing about growing up, is that when you go home, people are older. I know shocking. They have families. Careers. Some are teachers. Linguists. Chefs. And some have decided to be small business owners. Here is a … Continue reading →

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Lessons in Grace: Part I

Posted on July 28, 2012 by

I have this ideal mode of behaviour in my head where I act kind and respectful to everybody I meet. Where I never say the wrong thing, or act petulantly when I have to do something I don’t want to … Continue reading →

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Random Thoughts on Going Home

Posted on July 14, 2012 by

On Pandora St. You can’t. Well you can, but the road back is overgrown and thorny, with many hidden potholes. Yep. That is about as much wisdom per coffee ratio that I have today. Which, of course, won’t stop me … Continue reading →

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Reflections on my trip to Victoria

Posted on July 27, 2011 by

 July 19th, on the eve of leaving Victoria. I don’t think I have the constitution for visiting. My stomach is in knots and the copious amounts of alcohol imbibed in these social calls is beginning to pickle my insides. I … Continue reading →

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What is home?

Posted on December 28, 2009 by

It hit me when the plane was beginning its descent into Vancouver. The dark, coniferous backside of the mountains, like prickly beasts dipping their large heads to drink from the ocean, seemed to pierce my heart with a longing I … Continue reading →

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