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...

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...

My lifelong friend Marion has a wonderful son named Thomas, whom I’ve known all of his life. He’s now in his forties. Growing into a fine...