Saving Eachother and Subway Delays
I go to a place called Hadleys because they treat their customers like family. If you knew me from Halifax, I got my hallmark cards from a place called Spartan where a few Greek ladies saved the city with rice pudding and breakfast specials. They showed me that you could live small and have a [...]
Subway Dreaming and the Drummer I didn’t kill
The woman in the seat next to me has begun to drum. I’m pretending to try to read a dirt-encrusted sign that says: Why can’t street kids just get a life? Slowly my eyes drop from the sign to the ground salt white and gray floor of the subway car. While she has broken the [...]

