Author: Handman

The Horse

This moment is insignificant. She is standing by the study door, the carpet plush between her small toes. In one hand she holds the broken remains of a wooden horse; the other curls around the hem of her dark blue nightgown. Though it is her parents on the other side, she is afraid. The horse […]

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This Moment

This is significant, this moment. Not all moments are. Some are forgotten, even in the middle of them; some simply slip away, drifting through memories like echoes of moments that have come before. Some stick, though. Some draw lines in the sand and declare themselves, some say, “This is who you will be.” The edges […]

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Life Can Be A Story

“Once upon a time, the world was a lawless place. Beautiful people nursed evil in their hearts, and ugly children grew into ugly adults, no matter that they were pure of heart. Girls who wished upon a star might never find true love, and a peasant born would a peasant remain. A person might have […]

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Bash with Wren in Virtual Reality!

My company has just launched an awesome new VR experience called Bash. It lets friends watch concerts or attend shows together, in live 360 video, from anywhere. You grab a group and you all attend together, and the only people you see is your group of friends and the person you’re watching; no matter how […]

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Sometimes, Love

Sometimes love is not enough. Sometimes you need to stand up! Shake – something. Love with your whole body, love things you understand and things you don’t and things that scare you. Those specially, the things that make you shake someone! Something. Change the world, change a piece of it because sometimes love is and […]

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Deadpool’s Shaky Feminism

(warming! spoilers ahead. please, I’m serious, don’t read this if you don’t want to be spoiled. k thanks) As I left the theatre with my friends last night, I eagerly turned to them for my favourite part of every movie (especially movies I enjoy): tearing it to shreds. “So! Didn’t you think the feminism was […]

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Verge

I dreamt of you last night. We were lying by a river (have we ever done such a thing in all our lives?) in the shade of a weeping willow. Your head was in my lap, and you wore a white dress that spread out across the grass like a bride’s train. The warmth was […]

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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Submission Process

I was in an English class once and someone quoted an author who said something to the effect of: writing is a painful ordeal that one only undertakes if driven by demons. And I just thought… Honey, you’re doing it wrong. I love writing. When I go for too long without writing, I get grumpy […]

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Quarks

Last night I had them all. Words stacked like paper cups, each fitting perfectly into the one above. Puzzle pieces make a picture, but a stack of cups makes a good party, and I would have been witty and wise – just mysterious enough to keep you interested, just interesting enough to keep you by […]

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Remembering Stanley Handman

During World War II, my grandfather was one of thousands of Quebec men who enlisted to fight overseas, a position that was especially important to him as a proud Jewish man. His first assignment was with the Victoria Rifles, but he transferred to the Royal Canadian Regiment so that he could ship overseas. Officially, he […]

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