Every space has its own logic of organization. Mine was built from piles—curated collections that made perfect sense to me, painstakingly laid out on my bedroom floor. Dirty clothing, sorted …
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creative non-fiction
It almost didn’t happen. I was on my way to Whitehorse, Yukon to meet my future husband. It was May 1968. Ron Scollon had been planning a trip to Alaska …
The inevitable question I encounter every shift. Clad in a tight black tank top and minuscule skirt, I have a petite build under my work uniform. I’m 4’11” and have …
Gathered around acrid coffees, Grandpa flips to the obituary section of The Province. Grandma mixes in three creams and honey. A lifetime of thriftiness compels them to split one coffee …
By Sabrina Mehra Furminger Published in 16.1 Amrita Bhua’s servant carried the tray of water glasses around the crowded room with the grace of a cat. He was Nepalese and …