Poutine, Paused

June 30, 1999. “Tomorrow is Canada Day,” my Grandfather said with a wry smile. His eyes barely left the recorded hockey game he was re-watching, reliving a part of himself. “We should go out for poutine!”  I rolled my eyes, ran my fingertips across my stomach and felt a familiar scratchy tightness in my throat,Continue reading “Poutine, Paused”