Category Archives: Anna

Still

Dear Anna: I know that you aren’t surprised that Allan and his wife are expecting a baby. And I know that when I  say that I am pleased that you know that I am. I am pleased. The world needs … Continue reading

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Old Places

I stopped at the Tim’s in Red Deer like I always did, got back on the highway. I pulled into Airdrie to the Starbucks and changed into my suit.  I guess the Starbucks was different from two years ago. I … Continue reading

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Anna Banana

Dear Anna: It has been 2 years. Things are so different now, and yet they stay the same. I would tell you how everyone is doing, but I think you already know. I cannot believe that anyone with as much … Continue reading

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The Touch of Friendship

I was driving home from Calgary last Friday, really missing Anna. For all the time I have spent there, including a week sitting around the corner from her old desk, I still miss her. It still seems like she will … Continue reading

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Used to Be

I spent Sunday evening with Allan and Emma and I wasn’t sure how it would feel, I was sad driving down because she wouldn’t be in Calgary and there would be no dinner, no visit. Nothing. And yet, at dinner, … Continue reading

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Dear Anna

Dear Anna: It has been a year, and I have written so many emails to you in my head. I wanted to write an actual letter last June, when I realized that you declined the mortgage insurance, and lady, I … Continue reading

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Anna

In which Mrs. Spit remembers Anna, lamenting. Continue reading

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Running

I haven’t talked about why I started to run again, not really. I jokingly (and on nights like tonight, not so jokingly) say that my goal for running is not to die. No, I’m not trying to live longer, I’m … Continue reading

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Even Now.

There are times, even now, that I have to stop myself. I have to stop myself from typing Anna’s name into Outlook, stop myself from picking up my work phone and calling her. We have an instant message client at … Continue reading

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Anna

You would think that I would know better. I, of all people, would know better, that only 2 months later, it would still hurt. I was, mostly, OK to be back in Anna’s city on Sunday. But, you would think, … Continue reading

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