“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."
Something happens to me when sitting down to ingest the exaggeratory exploits of dramatized medical television. Aside from the compulsive need to correct the egregious inaccuracies of protocol and misuse of medically sesquipedalian language, something else pervades my viewing experience; something a little more sinister. Something inescapable. Something that lurks in the shadows of my... Continue Reading →