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

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 crouched by the passenger door at 7:15 a.m., umbrella dripping on the concrete, while the tech from the mobile detail van wiped a stubborn bird spot with…

I was hunched over my steering wheel, rain streaking the windshield like someone had taken a sponge to the city, staring at a portfolio propped up on a shop co…

I was hunched over the passenger seat at 9:10 a.m., the rain still sketching thin lines on the windshield, watching a black Ferrari pull out of a narrow lane i…

I was crouched by the passenger door, rain still beading on my hoodie, trying to decide if the tiny wave in the film along the wheel arch was something I shoul…

I was squinting into low, drizzle-soaked light, parked on Commercial Drive at 6:10 pm, thumbs still sticky from the coffee cup I spilled while trying to read t…

I was squinting into low, drizzle-soaked light, parked on Commercial Drive at 6:10 pm, thumbs still sticky from the coffee cup I spilled while trying to read t…

I was crouched under a soggy canopy outside a shop on Cambie at 11:12 a.m., rain running down my hood, staring at my friend’s phone while he scrolled through r…