By Elsiewhere. “I can’t remember the last time someone cradled my head.” That comment made by one of the people she served on Saturday was The Moment Denise remembered first…
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By Elsiewhere. Doreen caught your attention when she was doing some pre-walk stretches beside her car in Mill Lake Park. She was born in Jamaica, and moved to Abbotsford five…
By Elsiewhere. Norm’s home. You sat a few metres away, on a tool box, while he sat on the dirt, at your feet, looking down, telling his story, a jack-knife…
By Elsiewhere. under the overpass, near the tracks, by an oil-rainbowed, murky stream are stories written and left behind by people who come here at night. It’s daytime, nobody’s here,…
By Elsiewhere. They are straddling the greasy ties, sitting, eye-to-eye, on opposite rails. You aren`t wearing your glasses, and, from the distance, can`t make out their faces. See figures only,…
From Elsiewhere in Abbotsford. ROD, on his evening break, outside, at the store’s back entrance, overlooking the railway tracks in Historic Downtown Abbotsford. “…so how long have you worked at…
By Elsiewhere. “Linda makes gray look like pink,” says one of women while waiting to have her hair cut by Linda K. The comment is in reference to Linda’s attire,…
MOUNTAIN PRINCESS. Persian red. Oxheart; and Black Krim. Green Zebra and Pink Brandywine. The names are poetic, and the flesh of each – contoured like relief maps in shades of…
By Elsiewhere. “So, Dean. Why do you do this?” You mean the business, of course. “For what it does for society. And what else am I going to do?” He…
By Elsiewhere. Firefighters and police officers aren’t keen to appear on facebook, and understandably so. Still, you marched up to this very very tall police officer and asked, “So, is…