When I was growing up there was a Sunny D commercial. On TV where a gang of kids in backwards caps and jammer shorts. Roller skates home before helping mom bring in the groceries. When they go inside they search between a fridge packed with cola and purple stuff. And despite the cheesy cheese quality. Six-year soccer teams get sundaes or chip truck fries whenever cool mom is driving them home.

June issue open for submissions. We are OPEN for submissions. Just a single word for the title, and a hundred more for the tale. A gem with enough shine to stand out and sparkle amongst all the rubble and rock around it. This will be the last issue of our second year as a quarterly. So, take your hundred words and paint the town red.

The content is too heavily biased towards Indigenous perspectives and too focused on engagement with Asia. In other words, schools should be modelled more on banks and less on think-tanks.

Coma patients have all the luck.

a place where I can hang out and make up my own stories. Wednesday, June 12, 2013. A Practical Token of Love. I settle down in the old faded brown easy chair and thought back to the summer of 1941. That summer I was one of the student nurses at the Vermont summer camp. It was to be a reward, a treat, to get out of the humid, stifling city and make some money while using our newly trained nursing skills.

And then my suitcase began to sing. What I Learnt on a Bike Ride to the Bank.

Monday, May 13, 2013.

New Year, Not So New Project. For me, it was personally excellent, full of major changes. A new niece to dote on. So much to be thankful for. Writing is rewriting is rewriting is rewriting, a lesson this.