“imagining our future.” By Julia at her dining table


Wednesday February 10, 2016
10:19pm
5 minutes
CBC.ca/books

When I think of our children, we only have 2, you win, I see one with little curls, one with glasses, and both with big innocent loving smiles. How bad would it be if I pictured our kids frowning? They’re not, though. They’re so happy. They have your heart. They have your never ending optimism and your family first attitude. They have my temper, both hilarious and terrifying. I like that they snarl at things as much as they laugh. They don’t give up when enough is enough. They don’t understand “enough.” Maybe I shouldn’t be proud that they’re miniature versions of a trait I’m trying to eradicate. But I am. Anger is an emotion that creates change, carries it, lifts it up, and shoots it to the moon. I think Alanis said that. The part about anger being the vessel for moving forward.

“going from being very quiet to being very loud” by Sasha on her couch


Monday, September 8, 2014
10:09pm
5 minutes
an interview with Passenger on www.billboard.com

Ella reads aloud.

An old man
He turned ninety eight
He won the lottery
And he died the next day


I don’t want to be mean about it but… this is pretty blatant plagiarism. I want to be supportive of your work, Ramona, but… Look, you’re a talented writer, you really are. You have a voice, a distinct voice and… what happened here? If you were around in 1995, you know the lyrics to this song!

Ramona is quiet. Eventually she says,

I’m exploring puberty. I’m exploring what it’s like to go through fucking hairy puberty.

They are both looking at their shoes – Ella’s are Australian Boots and Ramona’s are rubber boots from Canadian Tire.