I Am a Slow Learner

I don’t know why I do this to myself. I have a terrible habit of browsing the “impulse” stand at the grocery store while I’m waiting for my turn at the till. Like most folks, the people who organize supermarkets anticipate–correctly so–that by the time I finish shopping a giant store full of a thousand…

Halloweenie

Late in October, every year without fail, things get a little creepy. It’s dark by seven o’clock, and a chilled wind twists through the neighbourhood, tossing the carcasses of leaves along the gutters and knocking bare branches against my windows. I can’t help but feel my skin crawl when I’m outside alone after dark. The…