Queen's Quarterly

By Christopher Clausen

Unlike our new coronavirus and most strains of flu, the 1918 epidemic was especially dangerous to the young and healthy. My great-aunt Caroline was one of its estimated 675,000 American fatalities.

By Tim Bowling

My family was poor, but we didn’t live in poverty. My father made a subsistence living from the commercial salmon fishery at the mouth of the Fraser River, and my mother sometimes clerked in the five-and-dime store when the domestic budget required a boost.

By Peter Unwin.

Perhaps the most exciting moment in the history of amateur sports took place in a summer gale eight years ago on the north shore of Lake Superior.

By  Mark Anthony Jarman

We drift to a bar on the canal, amber Nuda e Cruda beer and outside tables in the sunny afternoon. Winter, but we’ve had such good luck with the sun

Agnes Etherington Art Centre

Face of the Sky
– from the Collections