Well, not all Canadians hate artists, but there appear to be enough of them to make one wonder what it is that happened to these
Carly slid the key in the door, jiggled it softly, turned the key, and unlocked the door. Upon opening it, her first sight -as it
For some reason, in 1996 I decided to start dating a French-Canadian girl. It’s not as though it was a French-Canadian girl I was after
I’m sure we’ve all heard someone say, “I think that I might like art, I just don’t understand it.” A part of the problem is
Some photographs I took with my 35mm Praktica Super TL.
In 1988 I was seventeen and living in the dorm of St. John’s Preparatory School for Boys. While I kept to myself mostly. I would