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A variety of WordArts articles and Recollections stories from Perro

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...

Mother leaves me on my thirteenth birthday.

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...

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...

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...