Red ShoesJ L BirchDec 13, 20201 min readUpdated: Apr 7, 2022now that my fatheris gonewho will celebratemy tyingthe new canvasrunning shoesat the bottom ofthe stairslace over lace througheach eyelet
DepartureShe’d asked for me. My mother was in palliative care outside of Toronto after being diagnosed with stage 4 cancer - liver, lungs,...
Final Stretch of ChildhoodMidnight, sitting at the kitchen table, the only light in the house, hanging above us. My son, nearly 19, complains about cancel culture,...
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