I was hunched over the kitchen table, coffee gone cold, three contractor quotes spread out like bad options. Rain had started up again against the window - that October damp you get here in Brampton, the kind that finds its way into your jacket and your patience. My wife was upstairs trying to get...
I was crouched on the cold kitchen floor, the 1990s laminate sticking to the soles of my socks, staring at three quotes that could have paid for a small car. It was a wet April morning in Brampton, the kind where the sky can't decide between rain and sleet and my kid was upstairs building a...
I was hunched over the kitchen table, coffee gone cold, three contractor quotes spread like confusing maps, and my five-year-old had just painted his cereal with a spoon because the old cupboard doors were propped against the island. It smelled faintly of dust and damp concrete from the unfinished...