Photo by Jack Hamilton on Unsplash As writers, we’re encouraged to avoid the smorgasbord of clichés when cooking up our next piece of copy or simmering in our creative juices. Yet several corny chestnuts have stood me in good stead during the indigestion-inducing mess...
How honest are you about your feelings? Have we taken enough collective steps to be open which each other and find strength in our vulnerabilities? Or are we still stuck answering the question, “How are you?” with the brevity of old-time etiquette? We ask a newer...
Tension. There was a lot in our home growing up. My parents placed well-intended boundaries around us kids, and we liked to stretch them. My mother wanted us to enjoy our childhoods as long as possible. As we grew older, I noticed my father didn’t like letting us out...
Some still had their ties on, their flabby florid faces jiggling with each laboured step, blood-shot eyes squinting at the setting sun. All but two wore suits, bulging bellies bursting over spindly legs covered by expensive, tailored fabric that gathered warm, red...
