Cherie Thiessen

So I was cursing this slow driver in front of me, riding his bumper and preparing to give him the finger when it suddenly hit me. I can’t afford to do that sort of thing on Pender Island. People on an island have a way of coming around again. The fellow I [...]

Today I received word that our South African friend, Lorenzo, had died. The call came in the morning, in the middle of an icy blast of wind that encircled the shivering house, and just as the sun began to climb over Fernwood hill.
His wife and constant companion, Jane, informed me in a controlled, steady voice. [...]