survival stories

poop on deck: a captain’s log

poop on deck: a captain's log // movita beaucoup

  ALL IS WELL. UNTIL IT ISN’T.   6:50 pm: Ten steps from the restaurant I feel a violent shift in my gut. The thirteen-block walk to my car seems manageable despite the uneasiness growing in my pelvic region, so I begin my trek.  6:51 pm: With each step comes more discomfort; a beastly churning rises…

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marooned

marooned // movita beaucoup

In the 1980s, the Red Cross ran a water safety program which aimed to make Canadians safer in, on, and around the water. Certified instructors led countless children through a program of swimming lessons which consisted of eight levels, each marked by a coloured badge. Lessons started at the yellow level and progressed to orange,…

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close call

close call // movita beaucoup

Saturday, 4:15 pm: I return from work to find our garden gate flung open. The gate was not open when I left that morning. I check the yard and then enter the house cautiously. 4:45 pm: Our landline is not working. I unplug and re-plug all the phones in the house, but despite my technical savvy, the phones…

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beartrayal

beartrayal // movita beaucoup

Garden tours and yard updates are a regular occurrence when visiting my parents; Bill and Rosie have a large, wooded property with meticulously maintained gardens. I’m no fan of the great outdoors, but I’ll put up with the occasional nature walk in exchange for a good meal. It was during one of those post-meal yard…

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moth-erly instincts

moth-erly instincts // movita beaucoup

On April 26, 2012, I ate between 1 and 4.5 million moth eggs. I’m not sure how many I actually kept down, thus the broad range in estimated consumption. Immediately after consuming the moth eggs, I texted 2.0. The text read: I just ate moth larvae. I sent the text at 12:27 pm. I expected an immediate…

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high-speed liaison

high speed liaison // movita beaucoup

Many years ago, long before 2.0 came into my life, I lived in a large apartment building overlooking the Halifax Common. I shared the building with a man I called That Hot Guy In The Wheelchair Who Lives Just Up The Hall. But because that’s a long name, we’ll just call him Brett. I saw Brett frequently, but…

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save the curry

save the curry // movita beaucoup

Late this morning, 2.0 called me from his job site. movita: Hello? 2.0: Hi, honey! How are you? movita: Fine. You? 2.0: Good. Um… what are you doing? movita: Editing some photos. 2.0: So… you’re okay? movita: Sure. Are you okay? 2.0: Yah. It’s just… I guess there’s some guy running around our neighbourhood with guns.…

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