First Person is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines at tgam.ca/essayguide. Open this photo in gallery: Illustration by Marley Allen-Ash My mother’s climbing red rose bush comes to mind as if it was a doorway to childhood memories of our family home. These deep red roses sprung up with zeal each summer along the side of our front porch in June. Ours was a modest working class house on a quiet dead-end street. What made these roses so special was their vibrancy and resilience. I believe it was our gardener, who...
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