Personal Essays & Reflections

Sous le maquillage

Sous le maquillage

Je croyais naïvement au dicton populaire « Donner, c’est donner. Reprendre, c’est voler ».  Mais j’ai découvert récemment qu’une somme rondelette, reçue en « cadeau » il y a 15 ans, était en réalité munie d’un « élastique de rappel ». Sous le maquillage, la belle...

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Pomegranate Trees

Pomegranate Trees

The trees had been described as “deer resistant”, language that is ambiguous because it depends on how hungry the deer are. The family of three that felt comfortable in my backyard were really hungry. I had bought the pomegranate trees as memorials for my daughter,...

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Too Late

Too Late

I’m in trouble. Again. Was I too loud? Did I say something wrong? I can’t recall. I try desperately to remember.  Maybe, if I figure it out, I can say I’m sorry before it’s too late. Suddenly, my mother kicks me under the metal-rimmed restaurant table. A sharp,...

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Loss Of My Father

Loss Of My Father

I recently lost my father, and it brought back a lot of repressed memories, I now find myself day-to-day wondering why and what I could have possibly done to deserve such treatment. I have tried committing suicide multiple times but someone always saves me. I have...

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