From the bridge, the city almost looked peaceful. This was ever more so when the snow fell. A Christmas city festooned by decorative delight. Storefronts transformed into mesmeric displays halting onlookers both young and old, streetlamps donned tinsel and garland. The high-rises boasted brilliant sparkle as if to be bejeweled concrete giants calling for cheer... Continue Reading →
So, if you didn’t already know, I am a HUGE Halloween fan. In fact, as soon as September hits, my “watched” playlist across all streaming devices quickly shifts to all things macabre and deliciously spooky. This year, I tried my hand at crafting a story of my own.I have always been curious about why we... Continue Reading →
“Heneghan!” Bruce’s baritone voice cut through the ambulance bay like a sawing blade. Halting any and all around in place. My hands, still weighted by a 1000cc bag of saline, bandages, roller gauze and other medical trimmings that I had just retrieved from inventory. I looked up to see that he, Bruce, was steamrolling toward... Continue Reading →
Childhood was an interesting time for me. Stable and secure it was not. By the time the 90’s had come around, I had seen my family fracture and fragment into warring shards. Had my father removed from our home. I watched as my mother was stricken with disease, and moved from one province to the... Continue Reading →
It was the summer before high school; I was 16 years old. I sat with Slurpee in hand, cogitating about how things were about to change. You see, up to that point in my life, I had never felt it necessary to ponder on the segue from boyhood to manhood. That is to say, that... Continue Reading →
It swells deep from within. Like a storm on the horizon; it creeps ever closer. Sweat births itself, bead by bead to my skin. I can feel it; a growing pressure. My chest tightens and breath becomes shortened and constricted. Something is here. Something is very very near. Through introspective pep-talk, I demand my eyes... Continue Reading →
"In grade 5, much like Timmy from the story, I became a private detective. Inspired by my favorite read of that time: Nate The Great! I quickly learned that wearing one of my mum’s old, tan coloured raincoats to school did not distinguish me as refined to my peers, but rather as a weird kid in an oversized ladies coat."
A Medic's Mind 