“Resist the millionth purchase” by Julia on her couch

Sunday January 7, 2018
10:28pm
5 minutes
Advice to Myself #2: Resistance
Louise Erdrich

Went by the Salvation Army on my way home from work today. I thought I was going to pick up a perfect sweater. I didn’t know what kind of sweater, exactly, but I had a good feeling. Too bad it was closed. The Salvation Army is not open on Sundays. This is good according to my hormone tracking app. Best not to overindulge on impulse purchases cause when my hormones get back in check my bank account will not be. Then I went to the used book store and spent some time browsing and checking prices and being appalled at how expensive books in a used bookstore for some reason still can be. I don’t know why as soon as I step foot in one I have to dust the crops like it’s my job. I think my prayer sister, Geri, told me about that. When you lay a series of farts up and down the aisles? She also taught me about “shooting a bunny” which is what she called it when someone tooted a good hard fast one.

“More money, like I said.” By Sasha in her bed


Friday November 18, 2016
11:41pm
5 minutes
A Boy Of Good Breeding
Miriam Toews


Janis takes her money out of the bank. All of it. All thirty thousand, six hundred and sixteen dollars. The teller (hair long and stringy, a row of pimples across her chin) calls the manager (overweight and balding with very kind eyes). Janis smiles politely. She waits. The manager asks her to take a seat and then calls her into his private office. It doesn’t have a door that closes. It’s one of those places. It’s one of those banks.

“The question of honour here” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Thursday January 8, 2015 on the overground
7:15pm
5 minutes
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man James Joyce
Wednesday January 7, 2015

He decided to open the menswear store because it was what he’d always wanted but been afraid to admit, especially to Liz. When they’d gotten married he’d just started at the bank and he thought it was the honourable thing to do – provide for his wife, pregnant with their first baby. It was a secret then, that she was expecting. Now that Jim and Rebecca were at school and Liz was back at work part-time he sat her down on a Tuesday evening. Jim and Rebecca were at the neighbours working on a puzzle before bedtime. “Liz, there’s something I’d like to talk about…” She looked up from her book, a novel. She read faster than anyone he’d ever met and despite nine years of living together it still made him marvel. “I want to open a store. A menswear boutique. A space has come available on Karthey’s Road. This has been something I’ve wanted to do since I was a boy and I think if I work another year in that bank I’m going to wish I’d blown my brains out.” Liz put the book down on the couch and moved closer to him.