The Monsters of Our Imagination

On a cold drizzly day in November, I spent a warm hour, exploring the exhibit De monstris: An Exhibition of Monsters and the Wonders of Human Imagination, at the Thomas Fisher Rare Book Library in Toronto.  The exhibit explored the concept of ‘monster’ as it has...

Malcolm

The snow was fresh and crisp under Malcolm’s feet, and he revelled in the crunch it made as his boots descended. It was deep, almost to his knees, and the journey would take many hours, but he had been entrusted with an important task and would not be deterred. Mother...

Turning Around A Craptastic Day

Last Thursday started as an epically craptastic day. It was the culmination of several hellish days all converging in a big ball of epic hellfire.  The previous Saturday, so five days before the craptastic day, I came home to find a piece of paper shoved into the...

Visceral Reactions to Bird Dresses

One of my favourite places in the world is the Royal Ontario Museum. The ROM is “Canada’s largest museum and houses one of the world’s great permanent collections of art, cultural artifacts and natural history specimens.”  It was built in 1914 and houses 13...

The Tales We Tell…

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the art of reading aloud.  I say ‘art’ because I’m sure we all have memories of being read to as a child by someone who absolutely had zero desire to be doing such a thing, thus ruining the story for our tiny ears and burgeoning...