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“I’m going back in the time machine; I’ll be right back,” my daughter hollers from the backyard when it’s time to set the table….
Read More“I’m going back in the time machine; I’ll be right back,” my daughter hollers from the backyard when it’s time to set the table….
Read MoreGrafton, Ontario (2017) In this piece, my son Caspian stares out across the crest of a small hill to the road and fields north…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2012, Sylvia Keesmaat explores the value of…
Read MoreI was sitting at the kitchen table on a rare lazy Saturday morning—no swimming lessons, no birthday parties, no sleepovers. My wife was still…
Read MoreBecause the stranger knocking at our front door didn’t look like a Jehovah’s Witness or a candidate for political office, I opened the door…
Read MoreThe slap-crack of skateboards hitting cement punctuates the air. The town park vibrates with laughter, conversation, dog yelps, honking horns. Overhead, dark clouds roll,…
Read MoreEditor’s note: This week, to tie together our previous issue theme of My Economy with the upcoming theme on Sharing Food, we’re publishing a…
Read MorePhoebe says, I was up in the room by the trees making my girl’s bed and I could still smell her sleep.When I snapped…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2006, Amy Carpenter Leugs examines the…
Read MoreHere comes the school supply list by pages. Crash! That’s 3 bikes needing new parts. Time for the well check, don’t forget the copay….
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