Keira McArthur

This surprising year. This morning’s write is populated by a surprising jumble of images – the giant blue Christmas bulbs on the giant tree at the Distillery District’s outdoor Christmas market. A market that featured a Christmas Angel who wandered through big fat snowflakes and the crowds, occasional a capella singers, a snow-covered booth selling […]

Three stories down, snow tires hiss past on the wet road.  Inside, forced air whistles throaty through the heating vent, then stops cold for smaller sounds, …the rhythmic click of keyboard keys – space bar like a tambourine in obscure african rhythm, voices in the hall (take note of who’s at work today). 11am, I haven’t […]