Spring 1998 I woke up this morning in a place of sadness. She came to me in my sleep, to remind me of how much fun we had together when she was a little girl. Being a father gave me the chance to be a child again and to see
Summer 2001 This was taken when I lived on Cow Bay Rd., just outside Dartouth, Nova Scotia. The yard there was beautiful, and there was a trail out back so we could walk to the ocean. I loved spending time here with Rae because she loved the outdoors and
Again. His latest charges are for sexual interference, sexual assault, making child sexual abuse and exploitation material, possessing child sexual abuse material, and accessing child sexual abuse material. This should have stopped 15 years ago when Rehtaeh walked into a police station and reported him, but they didn’t believe her. They didn’t even talk
Four thousand five hundred and eighty-seven days since Rehtaeh's death and she came back to me, again. The visits have become as rare as they are cherished, those moments when the world is okay and she didn't die and everything is normal, whatever that is. My phone buzzed last night. I was sitting out
The snow is here again. This morning I took my usual walk around the neighbourhood and the flakes started to fall. The beginning of another winter has arrived and a new season has begun. I find winter the hardest season; especially the abruptness of the first snowfall. I don't know why and I do
“You’re afraid of surrender because you don’t want to lose control. But you never had control; all you had was anxiety.”
Elizabeth Gilbert
© 2026 – All rights reserved • Glenford Canning
