“I got you I won’t let go” by Sasha at Kits beach


Monday, June 1, 2015
5:13pm
5 minutes
I got You Babe
Sonny and Cher


Hiding behind her neighbour’s wisteria bush, Ronnie marvels at how well Judy keeps her yard. “That grass… It’s fucking perfect,” she says. Ronnie forgets where she left the baby. She says a prayer for him, “Jesus, please keep James safe while I’m out of the house,” and goes back to her watching. She’s taken up this spot several times over the last week – only when Derek is at work. If he were home she wouldn’t need this, she’d have adult company. She sips from her Starbucks travel mug, a gift from Derek on her first mother’s day. The vodka is flavoured by the coffee that’s sometimes contained inside. Judy emerges from her back door in an aqua bikini top and khaki shorts. “Seriously?!” Ronnie mumbles, drinking deep. “She had Adelaide five months ago!” Judy looks towards the bush, cocks her head like a beagle, and then delicately unravels the garden hose. She sets up the sprinkler.

“Sarah is currently working” by Sasha on her couch


Thursday March 13, 2014
12:12am
5 minutes
the Wikipedia page for Sarah Hudson

Sarah pauses before she steps. She carefully avoids the cracks. She keeps her eyes down and sometimes bumps in to people. “Sorry,” she whispers. It’s her favourite word. “Sorry.” Excuses bed corners and bad manners, a missed crumb and a missed meet-up with her mother at Starbucks. “Nice hat, Sarah,” says Mr. Chan, who owns the green grocer and once gave Sarah a free bunch of basil because she didn’t have enough cash. “On the house,” he said. “Oh,” she touched the baseball hat that she had borrowed from her father before he left for Yellowknife. “I like it too.” “Canucks a good team. A very good team.” “Yeah, I guess…” Sarah says. Truth is, she doesn’t know if it’s hockey or football or what. “Where’s the cauliflower, Mr. Chan?” She asks, sniffing a naval orange.

“#PRACTICE” by Julia at Starbucks


Tuesday, February 25, 2014 at Starbucks
9:45am
5 minutes
The Dentyne Ice Subway Poster

Trent was a bit of an overachiever. He worked very hard at everything and always had the least amount of fun possible when doing things. He started out as a controlling child, and no one ever led him in any other direction, so he became a controlling teen, then a controlling young adult, then a controlling full adult. He didn’t seem to mind that none of his friends ever lasted more than 4-6 months. He was not interested in forever friends. He was interested in his forever future. Trent once chewed a stick of bubble gum for over 6 hours because he wanted to prove that it could be done. No one was competing against him. He wanted to win all by himself and for himself. Trent knew how to centre his mind and ensure that even if it were an uncomfortable circumstance, he would be able to persevere. He practised meditating more than anyone he could think of because he wanted to be a master. He wanted to be a master of literally everything imaginable. He meditated so hard sometimes he would miss meals, miss weddings, miss important things in life. Trent considered “importance” relative anyway. Who is to say what’s really important?

“safety matters to us” by Julia at Starbucks


Tuesday, February 11, 2014 at Starbucks
12:24pm
5 minutes
TTC subway poster

We salt the sidewalks, we do the whole thing. We get all the late night volunteers to bring their shovels and if they have them, their snow blowers. We take the whole street by storm, and if we’re feeling particularly energized, why hell, we take the whole subdivision. That’s how you get things done in Bimble Lake. Small citied people but big worldly hearts. I started operation GO-SNOW in 2001 after the Cearsons’ car got stuck in their drive way right as Eva was going into labour with Matthew, or maybe it was Logan. They weren’t the kinds to ask for help, but I could see them from my dining room window, and I had the tools so I went on over there and helped before they could say no. Not that they’d say no, I mean, Eva was pretty close to a car delivery! Would have been a great story for the town, but I’m doubting it would be as wonderful for Eva and Cam. I enlisted some neighbours’ help the following year to dedicate a couple nights of the week to planning, and to prevention. We started using my garage as a storage locker for all our materials and I gave Eddie, Tim S., Tim L., and Orval a key.

“I’m working on organizing” by Julia at Starbucks


Friday February 7, 2014 at Starbucks
3:45pm
5 minutes
An e-mail from the Playwright’s Guild of Canada

I’m working on organizing my life better. I told my mother on the phone that I couldn’t talk right then and that as soon as I got my shit together I would phone her back. I haven’t called her since December. That is not okay, and as a human being with higher education in more ways than one, I know this. I fully understand and acknowledge my position here, I really do. My mother never wants to disturb me. Even when it might be a good time to tell me that my grandmother who was in the hospital with something as small as anemia, actually died in there, and I would have gone to see her, if I had just known she was sick. So now that I haven’t called her, she hasn’t called me, and honestly, that’s a great great thing. Because she’ll ask how I am, and ask me to come visit, and ask me to come live with her, and ask if I say no to all of those things if she’d rather she just offed herself with sleeping pills, and when I say no to that, she’ll ask, even the ones that Michael Jackson was using, and I’ll say too soon mom, it’ll always be too soon.

“feeling my legs” By Julia at R Squared


Monday February 25, 2013 at R Squared
11:21am
5 minutes
Chaos Comes Again
Wilhelmina Baird


Jordie and in are going to run to the Starbucks at the end of our street–like a race–and then whoever is last has to buy the coffee! Yuck! Neither of us even like coffee, but a dare’s a dare and if we show up with nothing , then Al will think we didn’t even run or that we were scared. People in there always have their laptops and always look up at kids when they’re in there as if they should be attached to a leash or something. I only know this because like, my mom says that about other kids and I think every time–I could be one of those kids. Jordie is more that kid than me. If you give him like, a couple packs of unopened sugar, the next thing you know it’s all been dumped into ketchup cups or on the floor. Jordie is so bad he gets a timeout from my mom too. She hates disciplining Jordie but thinks his mom doesn’t do a very good job. Jordie’s not as fast as me but I know he doesn’t have three Dillard’s or the coffee dare. We have to get extra sugar first do we can drink it–with the lid on do we can run back and we can show Al we did it. I have an idea in my head to slow down just at the end to Jordie beat me. My mom gave me five dollars to buy bread. I’ll just explain the whole thing to her later.