Firey
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Hairy. Scary. Faery.
I was four. I believed Mickey Mouse lived in my aunt’s backyard in California. I thought Mary and Jesus lived on a cloud with God. I had recurring nightmares that my body was floating up into the sky towards heaven.… Continue reading
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First memories
The sensation of being thrown up in the air, the freefall, the joy in my belly, the reassurance of being caught. Held in my father’s arms. And whoosh, up into the air again. Pure joy. Visiting my great-grandmother in a… Continue reading
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The beginning
I was born at the end of one of the worst winter storms in Ontario’s history. It began on January 28 when the temperature dropped almost 25 degrees. Students were stranded overnight at schools or in neighbourhood houses while buses… Continue reading
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