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“To my Ukrainian Aunty Mary, who wants to scratch Putin’s eyes out” ‘You taught me that I could think what I liked, speak up when I wanted to and have the courage to change my mind,” writes Cathy Burrell to her aunt The first time we spoke after the war in Ukraine began, you were…
“To my mother: ‘It’s still strange that home, for both of us, is now a different place’” Zachary Delaney considers his mom after moving across the country to build a life for himself The pandemic was at its peak a year ago when I moved from Edmonton to Ottawa to pursue my master of journalism….
“To my brother-in-law: ‘I’ve loved and loathed you, but I couldn’t imagine losing you’” ‘A rush of feelings overwhelmed me when I heard your plane had crashed,’ writes Charlotte Beck Your brother, my husband, called to tell me that your plane had gone down off the coast of Panama. Your sister texted soon after, knowing…
“To my Grade 10 English teacher: ‘You were the sanctuary I needed to survive those dark high school years’” KC Hoard thanks the teacher who taught him how to write When we walked into your English class one morning in October 2013, you were in a terrible mood. You assigned us new seats based on…
“#To my birth mother: ‘I’m not searching for who I want to be anymore—I’m discovering who I am’” ‘Thank you for your love and bravery,’ Charmaine Traynor-Ruitenberg writes to the woman who gave her up for adoption I had chosen my outfit with great care, but when I arrived at Yorkdale Shopping Centre in Toronto,…
“#An ode to my work-from-home dining table” Pandemic life happened here: work calls by day, home-cooked meals by night, a baby’s first delightful laugh. And now it’s hard to imagine having to leave. (Photograph by Carmen Cheung) Every morning at 8:30, I’d put on a sweatshirt and yoga pants, brush my hair and slather on…
“#To my dad, an art restorer: ‘You have operated a one-man hospital mending shattered souls’” Julius Morry, writes his son Jeffrey, taught him that the only meaning of possessions is the one we ascribe to them Julius Morry (left) with his son, Jeff, in his longtime basement workshop. (Photograph by Skye Spence) “Can you tell…
“#A physician to his mom: ‘The stress of life under the virus fell disproportionately onto you’” I used to take your hands for granted, Arjun V.K. Sharma writes, but they guided me through the pandemic Sharma with his mother (Photograph by Brendan George Ko) Last winter, when your hands became knotted and inflamed from your…
“#35 years later, a student writes: ‘It’s because of you that I became a teacher’” ‘You grew to represent a bright, reassuring light,’ Claudette Bouman writes of Wendy Donawa, her English teacher at Barbados Community College I’m holding your poetry book Thin Air of the Knowable in my hands, and a flood of thoughts washes…
“#Dear Grandma: ‘When I think of true selflessness, I imagine you’” The compassion you’ve shown as a frontline worker during the pandemic, writes Kelsey Adams to her grandmother, is what society needs to rebuild Kelsey Adams (left) and her grandmother Grace Adams (Photograph by Jalani Morgan) You received your second COVID-19 vaccine on Jan. 5….