THE NIGHT before she died, my grandmother, lying in a suburban Toronto hospital bed, sounded strangely like she was talking to me from under water. Her swollen breasts sat on her chest like giant water-filled balloons. She complained that they...
ERNS NEVER attracted my attention. So when Barbara Hewett told me she specialised in ferns, I didn't think it was such a big deal. To me, ferns were just...well...green bush. Was I in for pleasant surprise when, after what felt like an hour's drive...
