My father and I drive back from visiting his side of the family, a family that includes farmers, doctors, and teachers—practical people who rarely head into a situation without thoughtful deliberation. I’m in my final year of high school and recently announced plans to go to art school, a life-long dream. Out of the blue my father asks if I’ve considered his alma mater, making note of its architecture program. I impulsively blurt out No, closing the door on any further discussion. Only later do I wonder whether he was impressed by my conviction or disappointed in my narrow-mindedness.
Ron McDougall primarily writes fiction. His interests are varied, but he’s first and foremost a storyteller. Find him at ronmcdougall.ca.