The morning of the blizzard was the first time we saw the shrew. My fifteen year old son was in the living room admiring the warmth of our much needed masonry heater when a very fat toy like creature bounced and zoomed through the room.
with a salute to Dylan Thomas One Christmas was so much like the other when I was a boy in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia that I can’t remember if I got six hazardous chemistry sets from three aunts when I was twelve or three dangerous rifles from twelve uncles when I was six. Each holiday season, […]
