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A variety of WordArts articles and Recollections stories from Perro

Eric F.-X. Perrault

3 min

The big knife versus my little thumb

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...

Eric F.-X. Perrault

3 min

Mother leaves me on my thirteenth birthday.

My birthday fell on the same day as my mother’s and my maternal grandmother’s, which someone once told me the odds for were quite long...

Eric F.-X. Perrault

3 min

My father, International Harvester and Kosher Chickens

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...

Eric F.-X. Perrault

2 min

The nine-year-old hockey reporter

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...