Silver Cob

The pendant of my necklace is a silver Spanish cob in the denomination of 1 Real, a coin about the size of a penny.  Here is its story, and mine. In 1545, just over fifty years after Europeans first set foot on the land masses they would later come to know as the Americas, a … More Silver Cob

Of loss and layers

The woman in the barber shop knew why.  No, I confessed, I hadn’t heard anything.  Well, yes, I noticed the helicopter earlier, twice making a low approach over the neighbourhood, sending flocks of birds into panicked flight before it settled behind the houses up Uxbridge way. The traffic too, when I crossed the street just … More Of loss and layers

Mattress II

The mattress I bought in the Albert Cuyp market in 2007 has traveled internationally more than most, and I suspect more than most people. The initial move to Canada, which motivated the purchase in the fist place, turned out to be one of our bigger mistakes in life.  We trusted people who were not trustworthy.  … More Mattress II

Mattress

There were just no two ways about it; somehow it had to fit in the car.  If for no other reason than to spite the aproned, middle-aged Dutch housewife watching me from her second floor balcony across the street, bemused by my stupidity and willing my failure. An April thunderclap had corresponded precisely with my … More Mattress