The following is from Hyman Weisbord, Saint Hippolyte, QC When the car crashed and rolled at 100 k/hr, Bill, 94, and Ida, 91, were...

David Sherman He was born in a different time and in a different world. He crossed the ocean in steerage. He was an infant. He brought no...

David Sherman Sometimes with a notebook, sometimes with a guitar, sometimes with a shining device. Or, nothing at all. Just the glass and...

David Sherman Warning: This tale is one of apologetic First-World privilege and is intended to be humorous. I’m in a box. It’s a...

David Sherman Cruise Wellington St. in Ottawa. The Supreme Court, imposing, its stone façade projecting might and right. The Parliament...

David Sherman I like women. I’m not sure that’s a politically correct admission but I’ll risk it. I’ve always liked women, even before I...

David Sherman When fresh sweet corn hits the fruit stands, tassels wet from morning dew, I think of my mother. She loved few things,...

I walked into a trinket store to buy my lover a trinket, not expecting within minutes my life would be on the line. The middle-aged woman...

Bob Morrissey There’s an old joke Jack Nicklaus used to tell when asked about the state of his golf game. “Can’t complain,” he’d say. “My...

David Sherman It’s playoff time. Just as hockey is a synonym for winter in Quebec, spring means playoffs. Or used to. Winter still means...

By David Sherman This is the not-so-tepid tale of an insurance company, a hot water tank, a bidet and a fried ass. This sordid or...

By Peter Jarosz As the cobwebs of COVID Play their deadly worldly games We wonder. Except for the few We known that have been bitten. To...

Earl Fowler “If I’m not in the bed, then I don’t try to stop the pee,” says the constipated guy, sitting under a well-ventilated hospital...

Bob Morrissey I was sitting quietly at the kitchen table clipping food vouchers out of the newspaper when the absurdity of it all hit me....

Bob Morrissey​ Get ready for a tear-jerker, because this one’s about crying. Not any crying; ALL crying: the muffled kind, the sobbing...

Earl Fowler I dig coincidences. The more meaningless they are, the less encumbered by any vestige of cosmic significance, the better. •...

Bob Morrissey After 40 years of sportswriting and 15 years of do-nothing retirement, two weeks ago I decided to try my hand at writing...

Bob Morrissey God, I’m boring! Well-meaning friends would tell me that all the time, and I’d think they were saying it just to be kind. I...

Bob Morrissey This is about porn. Be assured everything you read from here on in is based on hearsay and research. My hands are clean....

Bob Morrissey Don’t you hate it when this happens? You’re in the middle of prayer, and out of nowhere comes a sexy thought. It happened...