You Should Write My Life Story by Kathryn Mockler Today had not started out as a good day for Christine. In the bathroom stall beside her, someone was throwing up. She started to gag. She felt warm salty saliva fill her mouth, and she had to run out of the washroom with her hand cupped over her lips to prevent herself from sympathy vomiting.
Remote Control by Kathryn Mockler There was snow. There was ice on the sidewalk. He kept slipping in his runners. His mother called them runners, but they were really called running shoes—although truth be told, he never did much running. Some people call them sneakers. But he never did much sneaking either. What he did do? He raced remote control toy dune buggies whenever he got the chance. In between taking his mother to doctor appointments. In between shifts at […]