by Lauri Gwilt

February 2, 2018 - 11:29am

The light was appropriately ethereal that cold January day, it was like walking in a dream.  

It hadn't been long since my mum had passed. Acutely aware of the grief still hovering over my head, I paused for a moment to drink in the soothing sound of the… READ MORE

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by Lauri Gwilt

January 6, 2018 - 4:37pm

Dutifully, I buckled myself into my seat feeling rather petulant that I had to spend the day doing something I really didn’t want to do.

I had just boarded the first of my three flights for that day, and was well aware of the grey cloud hovering over my head. Having spent a good part of my career on planes, travel for work had long since lost its glamour. There were times when I just didn’t feel like boarding… READ MORE

 
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by Lauri Gwilt

September 14, 2017 - 4:04pm

We were six or seven years old at the time, he and I. Although we were cousins, the distance between Brazil and Canada meant we hardly knew each other, but of course that rarely matters to kids. Friendship takes mere minutes.

It was winter in the late 1960’s. Christmas, actually. A cold snap had enveloped Vancouver Island, but it didn’t hamper our daily excursions to introduce he and his sister to the part of the… READ MORE

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