Eric F.-X. Perrault3 minThe big knife versus my little thumbMy 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. Perrault2 minThe nine-year-old hockey reporterWhen 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...
Eric F.-X. Perrault3 minThe Jello Martini Bar incidentMy 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...