My father had the habit of taking me to the woods from an early age. Six years old, to be precise. Back then, one didn’t have to drive...

My birthday falls on the same day as that of my mother and my maternal grandmother, which someone once told me the odds were quite long...

For the last 20 or so years of his working life, my dad sold trucks. Big trucks. Big International Harvester trucks to be specific. In...

When I was nine years old and my folks had been divorced for a few years, my mother and I lived in an old apartment building on Gatineau...