Grounded in Ajax|Deep in the Community|Our Busy Side of Toronto

I was hunched over the passenger seat at 8:23 a.m., rain spitting at the windshield, trying to read three different quotes on my phone at once. My friend had t…

I was hunched over the passenger seat, rain still leaking from my jacket onto the upholstery, scrolling through three different message threads at once when th…

I was squinting through the drizzle at 9:23 a.m., parked on a narrow stretch of Commercial Drive, watching a guy in a high-vis jacket prop a tarp over the serv…

I was squinting through drizzle at the shop's window at 2:12 pm, watching a tech carefully peel a sheet of film from a bumper like it was a scalpel. Rain was m…

I was halfway through a late-night text thread with my friend, sitting in traffic on the Granville bridge at 9:14 pm, when she finally admitted she wanted the …

I was hunched over the steering wheel, rain stinging the windshield like tiny needles, when the shop finally texted "we can see it at 10:30." It was 10:12, I h…

I was hunched over the hood at 9:12 AM, squinting at a tiny orange sticker that said "polish test" while drizzle blurred the Gastown brick across the street. M…

I was kneeling on cold concrete at 9:12 a.m., hood up, phone flashlight doing the best it could against the shop's yellow fluorescents, while a guy from the sh…