What happened, I think, was that the timing was just right. Or wrong, depending on how you look at it. It had been two years since Mark died. After two years of outbursts, alcohol poisoning, fights, flunking grades, sessions with the school counsellor, grief counselling with the school chapl...  read more

We are reckless teenagers. We walk like high wire gymnasts across the train bridge, dropping empty beer bottles into the St. Mary’s River. Everyone is laughing. The night is cloudless and warm. Shoust is afraid of heights and balks at the edge of the bridge. Some of the others are coaxing him. Th...  read more

One night, not long after New Years, we went to the River Rock Bar. Coralee was there. Peter had made comments before that confused me, about how he didn’t like her. I didn’t understand. She was funny and confident and beautiful and kind. Peter would say that she was a slut, which was ridicu...  read more