I’m not one given to the media fetish of the Ten (or One or Twenty…
Category: Personal Essay
Non-fictional writing of a personal nature.
Some days ago, Director of the Canadian Security Intelligence Service, Richard Fadden, said in what…
The foremost recollection is as an eight year-old confronted with “Saturno Devorando a Su Hijo”…
It happens now and then that one hears something praised for its childlikeness, perhaps a…
The bumper sticker I often saw at the time of the 1995 Quebec referendum on…
T.S. Eliot’s 1922 poem, The Waste Land, begins: April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs…
One’s lasting impression is of the old-world feel of the place, ivy growing on limestone…
If you are of a certain age you will recall the days of the banked-track…
It perhaps goes without needing to be said that persons born and raised here find…
I am not sure exactly how much money Bill Gates is ‘worth’ as I write…
One of the great frustrations of modern life is its sanctions against rage. For instance:…
The chief attraction of a city for me is the endless variety. There are always…
I was walking along Elgin Street in Ottawa when I saw a woman of about…
Although regarded as extraordinary, homeless persons in general I find are in no way unusual.…
WAYNE K. SPEAR 