Monthly Archives: March 2013

Three Tiny Pissers (by Andrea Wiebe)

Sandy has three dogs that follow him everywhere. Sleep on him all day in the chair. Sleep beside him all night on the bed. And piss wherever they please. “Not a bit spoiled,” he says daily as he pats the … Continue reading

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Only the good die young (by Andrea Wiebe)

It’s a cold but clear night and I can hear the drumming and singing of the Tsartlip First Nations band down in the valley. This is my sixth week living on the farm and my third night in my newly … Continue reading

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Witches of Woodland (by Andrea Wiebe)

It’s 2002. I have just moved to Commercial Drive and into a run-down, mildewy, mini apartment complex full of seemingly cool women, just right down the alley from Grandview Park. I am 25 and clinging to ideas of finishing my … Continue reading

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Til death do us part

“When’s the wedding?” asks Dad. “Not this summer but next,” I reply. “You’ll have to roll me to the church in my coffin,” he says. On December 24th, after more than six years together, Lynn, who lives in Vancouver with … Continue reading

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Words of Wisdom

Dad farts, “Speak again oh toothless one; those are words of wisdom.” In the past two years since I took over Dad’s care, there have been some shitty experiences. The familial conflict has left bruises on all of us, but … Continue reading

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