My father often fell asleep on the sofa with the cat perched on his chest. As the TV droned on, Pa started snoring. Chainsaws couldn’t compete. The cat rose and fell along with Pa’s breathing. He purred contentedly, flattening his ears every time my dad exhaled. It continued until Ma woke him up and sent…
Winter may not be my favourite season, but I do appreciate much of its unique beauty. In the summer I’m often awake early, waiting for the robin’s song to announce sunrise. But in the winter’s darkness I need an alarm clock to rouse me from hibernation. Bleary-eyed, I follow the aroma of fresh coffee into…
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