Laura Harbin

When our daughter was two years old, she encouraged my husband to listen for a sound she heard outside her bedroom window.  He listened for a moment, and then told her that he could not hear it.  Our daughter rolled her eyes and said “Daddy, sounds don’t get here before they do.”  We’ve recounted this […]

I fell on ice.  In the crease.  After taking a shot.  I went down hard and in that canyon of a second, I knew something was going to start hurting.  And it was my wrist. As far as injured limbs go, the non-dominant arm has got to be the best.  Especially since shortly after the

I have had cats for 75.9% of my life, approximately.  My first cat lived from my ages of 5-25.  Every night I called her from my bedroom door, she obliged, crawled under the covers and rested her head on the pillow next to mine as I fell asleep.  If I cried, she came from where

Curiousity overcame me when looking into a dormant family mystery.  I followed breadcrumbs, hit dead-ends, tried new leads and couldn’t stop.  What was whispering to me, to take me on this journey through the ties that bind?  In the early 1980’s, a relative from Newfoundland reached out to my grandmother in Toronto to fill in

I was an overachiever in high school.  Athletics, marks, student government, friends.  You name it, I wanted to excel at it.  I grinded through University, ballooning my course load as I bounced from faculty to faculty.  Finally settling on a post-University designation, my first job demanded eighty work hours a week.  I tackled it, ignored

While food entry is celebrated with many, in fabulous kitchens, at public celebrations, and in packed restaurants, food exit is a private affair.  Suddenly thrust into the light by the side-mouthed utterance of the word, colonoscopy, we avoid eye contact, and retreat to our individual memories.  And in truth, if the dreaded colon-ass-copy was to