Russell Wangersky

Fresh green beans have a taste like the smell of freshly-mown grass.

I wonder sometimes what people are thinking when they argue this country is broken. And sometimes I wonder if what they mean has more to do with the fact they, personally, don’t have all the things they feel they deserve.

The summer of 2022. The late evening of Aug.11, 2022, to be precise. A full moon by midnight, the last supermoon of that year.

When I see a plant thriving where no plant should be, it makes me smile a little on the inside — because I know this thing we call life will go on, despite how final a hash we actually make of it for ourselves.

The locations of some cherished memories can be revisited. Others, across a border now shadowed by political threats, feel lost forever.

U.S. President Donald Trump has publicly stated Canada has nothing the U.S. needs. Since the bulk of the trade deficit between the two countries is energy, I’ve got an idea.

I get it. I really do. It’s been a bruising few years in the conjoined lands of politics and social media, and I understand the urge to hang it all up and retreat into the background. I feel that urge myself.

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