“Excuse me,” said the young man on his bike, a blue restaurant delivery bag slung over his shoulders. “I’m looking for 4421. I’ve got this m...Read More
I heard them first. It sounded like kids having fun; you know, like kids in the playground, half yelling, half laughing. It made me smile, and I looke...Read More
I like sitting here on the Richelieu River by the Chambly weir. I like the feel of the sun on my back, I like the leafy green of the park, but most of...Read More
We’ve had so many firsts together, and I really appreciate that you’ve been there for all these. I remember the first kiss. It was a long time ago...Read More
“Hi Charlotte, this is Ben. I was very impressed with your profile on Plenty Of Fish; but I must admit, I was a little sparse on the details of mine...Read More
Her parents named her June, though she was born in May. Her friends called her May Flour, for reasons that were only clear, if you knew her history or...Read More
Winter in Montreal comes quickly and brutally, often on the same day. One November morning it’s warm and great biking weather, then at lunch it star...Read More