Walking Rosemont

Monday, I woke up to an inspiring, sunny day. I swore that today was the day I’d take a walk, the kind I used to be swept into, without nudge or groan. When I lived in Côte-des-Neiges, I walked in all directions. I walked south to the cemetery, east via the sloping Wilderton plaza, north … Continue reading Walking Rosemont

Neighbourhood #4

I recently moved over the mountain into the city's (vast) east end. I now live where people plant gardens in front, out back, in alleys, and in city patches of grass. I live in an area where ice cream dates are frequent and five-dollar cones a regular Monday-night occurrence. I live where pita is stale and cheese … Continue reading Neighbourhood #4

Crossing Border

The American border is intrusive, aggressive, destabilizing. The American border x-rays bags, dusts hands, searches bodies. With a hostile disposition and banal questions, border guards attempt to identify sketchy and suspicious travellers, those most likely to be boxed as potential or actual terrorists, I suppose. Last month, I crossed the American border in Montréal–Trudeau International … Continue reading Crossing Border