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My Grandmother’s Gloves

Even her gloves revealed her: soft leather, not a common black or ordinary brown but a deep flamboyant orange, the rust of late autumn, warm and supple. They are the last things I have kept, the final detritus after all the givings-away, the ritual removals: buttons...

Globe and Mail Review of Truth and Other Fictions

Book review highlights for Truth and Other Fictionsfrom the GLOBE AND MAIL, Tuesday, Jun. 23, 2009  “Human identities are forged in the fires of narrative. Without our stories, we don’t know who or where we are. The short story may be one of...