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There’s a rainy corner of my mind where I go when I think of her—the girl with it all—the girl I’ll never know. I spotlight her memory and a scene materializes—a stormy day on campus. I’m in Hart House, looking … Continue reading
There’s a rainy corner of my mind where I go when I think of her—the girl with it all—the girl I’ll never know. I spotlight her memory and a scene materializes—a stormy day on campus. I’m in Hart House, looking … Continue reading
It’s misty tonight. I wanted you to walk with me all the way to the harbor, blurred by rain—but you didn’t. You’re still angry and I’m to blame. It sounded like a good opening, but would it work? A letter … Continue reading
Like a ferret on cappuccino or the fellow in Leacock who flung himself upon his horse and rode off madly in all directions—I’m insane for your love. “Maybe it’s a wee bit over the top?” I asked. “Just a tad,” … Continue reading
R. D. Laing says insanity is a perfectly rational response to an insane world. After working with schizophrenics for ten years, I have to agree. My views don’t endear me to my colleagues, however—for example, they resent my taking notes … Continue reading
“Don’t tell me you believe in The Bogeyman.” “I didn’t call him that—that’s what the media named him— he didn’t even call himself that.” Lainey furrows her brow, “What did he call himself—The Master of Midnight? —That’s almost as scary.” … Continue reading