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I walked down a different street this morning. It's a parallel street to the one I normally walk.  It ends up as the main street in downtown Kelowna - Bernard Ave. As I walked down the sun dreanched sidewalk my mind wandered from topic to topic: what to write about...

To Whom It May Concern: I am writing in application for position #456789. My interest in said position reaches back as far as an hour ago when I saw the posting, and I would be thrilled at the opportunity to join your reputable organization. I believe my skill-set and pessimisstic attitude...

Birthing room.  Our first. After hours of waiting, Kristi is finally pushing. It was 3:45am.  I had been standing for a while supporting Kristi. "You're doing awesome honey!  Push!  That's it." I said. "Great Kristi, the head is right there," said the doctor. Kristi was doing amazing.  She did in all three births.  No wailing...

Sometime in the past. I pull up to a red light, music blaring.  The person in front of me keeps looking in the rear-view mirror.  I get annoyed.  He keeps looking.  What the fuck does this person want?  The light changes to go.  He pulls away, throws his arm out the...

I used to be a paperboy. I got my first paper route when I was around 12 I think. Sometimes I have a hard time remembering exact years that I did things. Some people like Frank McCourt seem to remember details at every age like they become film in a...

Growing up as a child and later into young adulthood, I cannot remember ever feeling the gnawing experience of homesickness. I spent most of my time away from home, or at least as much as I could, to avoid the discomfort, the tension, the responsibility to keep my adopted siblings...