In a winter ride, one question the protection offered by men: "Every so often there's a lifeguard's chair with lifesaving equipment leaning against it. A chrome lifesaving hook, a red and white lifesaving ring. The equipment seems theatrical among the icicles."

Art of Camouflage, a collection of short stories by Sara Power, stars various women camouflaging their embodies values, gendered experiences, in everyday life, showing them here and there by choosing their allies, keeping their identity alive.

Seeing a disused apple tree behind a chain link fence, I wondered if we are not, as a society, preventing access to food. Scarcity, may not be only about insufficiency.

In our interactions with others, we enter the realm of their humanity, reminds us Wayne Arthurson in The Red Chesterfield. There is a subtle contrast between an apparently organized life within the community and each person standing in front of you. For M, this is true the closer he comes home.

I find myself thinking back to what my mother said to me before I got married: love is an obligation that you fall in love with over time. It's not a feeling so much as a caring, an exploring, a tenderness, respect. Yaneh, I think it applies to individuals as much as it does to marriages.

In his novel Hotline, Dimitri Nasrallah reminds me of All About Love by bell hooks. The main character, a woman who must start from the beginning in a new country, having left Beyrouth for Montréal with her young son, said: