I learned how to pick locks in prison.
I ate my first raw peanut a few months before we left for Sudan.
Fifty years married, devoted to Jesus and family, Mom and Dad had remained your protectors in spite of your adult status and incessant lying, your manic highs and pitiful lows.
The honourable mention in Room's 2012 creative non-fiction contest, judged by Kathy Page.
The honourable mention for Room's 2011 creative non-fiction contest, judged by Susan Juby.
I never expected there would be music at this funeral.
It was a day at the dead end of February that showed all variations of the colour grey: ashen branches stripped of leaves, cement-coloured clouds, steely frost, the opaque pane of ice under my feet, a window into the river translucent enough to suggest its gunmetal current.
Our water flows from an unnamed, underground spring. It flows downward from a point about a kilometre north-west of our home.
I am standing in the middle of the ragged highway that passes my home when a wildlife officer offers me a seagull egg sandwich. The road winds its way northeast from Yellowknife for seventy-five kilometres, then just ends. If you don’t heed the giant stop sign, you’ll drive into a river that parts the sub-Arctic forest in all its stunted, natural glory.
The north sea speaks carefully around a mouthful of flints.
The honourable mention in our 2009 creative non-fiction contest, judged by Deborah Campbell.
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Room 41.2, Changing Language
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In this issue:
Manahil Bandukwala, Fang Bu, Allison Graves, Kadijah Guillaume, Ava Homa, Ashley Hynd, Amy LeBlanc, Vanessa Lent, Tasslyn Magnusson, Chloe Yelena Miller, Amy Oldfield, Alycia Pirmohamed, Mia Poirier, Victoria Prevot, Michelle Purchase, Jade Riordan, Ellie Sawatzky, Bren Simmers, Dahae Song, Anne Stone, Susie Taylor, Katherena Vermette, Kayi Wong, Hiba Zafran, Shellie Zhang.