As I take a peek outside my home office window, there’s currently no snow in Montréal, but those of us who live in this part of the world know this will likely not be the case for much longer. It’s been a relatively mild autumn so far, but with winter on the horizon, I’m having a hard time figuring out how warmly to dress. It’s not quite fall anymore, but it’s also not yet officially winter. We’re existing in a strange in-between zone.
By Marissa Higgins
We played the game only four months before D died. Telling my family was fine, cold; I called my mother, who put me on speaker phone so my father could hear, and explained I couldn’t give them money for winter oil in person on account of going to a funeral.
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