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Continue reading →: Book blurb for fun: Bumping Into BuddhaFull disclosure: This book was written by my brother-in-law Brian Warchol, and I had the pleasure of reading and making copy editing notes on a print-out of an almost final draft (in layout – layout by my sister Colleen McKim). Mum and Dad have kindly purchased copies for the family…
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Continue reading →: Top 10 holiday movies (+ a bonus)Reposting once again – my favourite holiday movies. Although holiday music, movies and television have been running since November, I like to wait till December 1 before diving into my holiday favourites. Here, in no particular order, are my 10 favourite holiday movies (some are set during the holidays and…
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Continue reading →: Short story: BuggedThe digital alarm gives off its high-pitched buzz five minutes after the old-fashioned wind-up clock. Dana sleepily slaps the digital off, her hand coming away wet and gooey. The remains of what used to be a large fruit fly stain her right hand. “AAAHHH!” Springing into an upright position, fully…
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Continue reading →: Short story: The Boy in the AtticNo need to call the police. Nor alert the Children’s Aid for that matter. The boy has been dead and buried for about seventy years. I met him, in a manner of speaking, about a year ago. It was a cold, damp November Sunday. Horrible moving weather, but my…
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Continue reading →: Short story: This is a PromiseHere’s another postcard short story that was published in an anthology. This one comes with a content warning, as it gets spicy. I won’t call you Baby when we first meet. Let’s say we’re at a party. I’d walk across the room to where you’re standing, probably after noticing you…
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Continue reading →: Creative non-fiction: Dear TomAs we’re well into back to school time right now, I couldn’t help but think about my last year at George Brown College Theatre School (the last time I went to school full-time) – and my good friend Tom White, who learned he was HIV+ the summer before that school…
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Continue reading →: Short story: Born at the Drive-inI first posted this one back in 2015 and thought that, since it’s summertime and peak drive-in season, I’d share it again. I was born at the drive-in. That’s born, not conceived. My parents were, and still are, good Catholics of the Irish persuasion and waited until marriage, and for…
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Continue reading →: Short story: Mr. Music, Please!Patrick’s hand flies to his chin, “Shit!” a thin red trickle streaming onto his index finger. He removes his hand to assess the damage, watching the coursing blood turn the shaving cream on the face of his steam-fogged reflection pink. Rinsing the wound, he fumbles for the toilet paper. There…









