‘They lay on the earth like sadness come to rest’

Just a little detour In the autumn of 2005, Dad and I were driving the back road to Main-à-dieu, his Cape Breton village. Just beyond Little Lorraine, a pretty cove sprinkled with immaculate houses, he turned down a dirt road. “Just a little detour,” he said. It was a road a city-trained eye like mineContinue reading “‘They lay on the earth like sadness come to rest’”