Life Writing

It was a pleasant 12 pm, sun and breeze. The saliva-drooling all-day breakfast at Amaroni’s seemed unpalatable, for the first time. I used to cherish the chipolata sausages sizzled with...

I am walking into the warm Tim Horton’s. I slip the grey gloves and my scarf over my head. The thought “I should get a haircut” has passed back and...