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

I was halfway through wiping winter grit off the passenger door when I realized I was sitting in a damp Husky parking lot on West 4th, thinking about finish, n…

I was kneeling in a drizzle under the Port Moody overpass at 7:30 a.m., wiping handprints off my friend's Subaru like it was some ritual. The car had been park…

I was crouched over the hood at 8:12 a.m., the air in Mount Pleasant still damp from last night's rain, and my hands smelled faintly of isopropyl and coffee. T…

I was hunched over the passenger seat at 10:12 AM, rain tapping like someone impatient on the sunroof, scrolling through three photos my friend had sent of his…

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 hunched over the hood at 9:12 a.m., rain still dripping off the awning, trying not to breathe in the smell of polishing compound and exhaust. The shop's …

I was hunched over my phone at 3:15 pm, rain on the windshield, Vancouver traffic moving like molasses on Georgia Street, trying not to look obvious while refr…

I was hunched over the passenger seat at 10:12 AM, rain tapping like someone impatient on the sunroof, scrolling through three photos my friend had sent of his…