Sandy has three dogs that follow him everywhere. Sleep on him all day in the chair. Sleep beside him all night on the bed. And piss wherever they please. “Not a bit spoiled,” he says daily… more →
Portrait of a Morbid Optimistwrote 1 month ago: Sandy has three dogs that follow him everywhere. Sleep on him all day in the chair. Sleep beside him … more →
wrote 2 months ago: It’s a cold but clear night and I can hear the drumming and singing of the Tsartlip First Nati … more →
wrote 11 months ago: - Tell me stories about when you and Mum first met. I say. - They’re too hot for a young … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - They’re still there. Dad says, nodding at a dry cleaner’s near the Oak Bay Junction. The sig … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - Don’t get carried away, Katie. I won’t be around long enough. Dad needs shoes. His ten year … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - Don’t bury me in a cardboard box. He says. One night before he was married, Dad took Rita, a … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - Where are we going? He remembers. - I should have worn my blue suit to match the doctor’s blue eye … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Old as a Prune Dad and I talk shit these days. Sometimes he’s full of it. We have suppositories in c … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - Are you alive down there? He yells down the hall. - What are you doing? He asks. - … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - Dad, your zipper. - What, do you go along looking at men’s flies all day? He says. - … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - Barren daughter. He calls me. - Jesus! Your meds cost $500 a month. I say. - You … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - A Catholic Priest and Rabbi were in a car accident. The Priest made the sign of the cross. T … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - Manny used to live there. Dad says as we drive through the Tsartlip Reserve on our way to Br … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The phone rings. - Hello? Hello? He puts on speakerphone. - Frank! I was wondering if yo … more →
wrote 1 year ago: It’s early. I’m waking up. Dad is singing in bed again. I’ve wandered far away from God, Now I’m com … more →
wrote 1 year ago: October 30, 1997 Dear Sis, My children and I would like to welcome you into our family. We are pleas … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - What kind of cookie do you want, Dad? I ask in a cool cat coffee shop near Fan Tan Alley. - … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Reading the paper. - Give me your hand. Dad says. We hold hands. He reads our horoscope aloud. … more →
wrote 1 year ago: - Would you like a whisky, Sandy? Asks Lynn, pouring a glass. - Two fingers will do. He … more →