by Jean | Sep 9, 2014 | Blog
My daughter loves the smell of skunk. Few of us share that predilection. One whiff of serious skunk and we’re wondering if we’d really be spiting our face if we cut off our nose. Wouldn’t our face understand? Probably not—our sense of smell anchors...
by Jean | Sep 1, 2014 | Blog
Even the day smelled like 1983, the wet wood of the telephone poles with their drooping wires, the mailbox with its metal tang and red bravado She stared up at the the hungover sky and pulled at the handle to drop in the bone-white envelope she’d forgotten to...
by Jean | Aug 30, 2014 | Blog
My favourite metaphor for memory comes from Cees Nooteboom, a Dutch novelist: memory is “like a dog that lies down where it pleases.” Sometimes frisky, often lazy, my dog memory definitely has a mind of its own—it can be cajoled but not coerced, and its...
