Before she moved here someone told her that the city was built over a lake. She imagined air alive with moisture; reeds shifting with the sough of wind; and everywhere the mystery of water.          ...  [+]

Mum slashes the top off her egg, cleanly. This is something she learned from my grandfather—the man who introduced me to Kenneth McKellar and taught me how to fire an air rifle. Boiled eggs bring ...  [+]