ByMargaret de Silva

Margaret is an Aussie freelance writer and editor living in beautiful Vancouver, B.C. She has worked in a variety of journalism, marketing, and digital media roles in Canada and Australia.

  1. I called him Henry. Henry was much like a houseguest who had overstayed his welcome. While he was no trouble to begin with — and in fact, I barely noticed him at all — after 12 to 18 months, our relationship was beginning to strain. He popped in and out whenever he wanted; he didn’t exactly cause any trouble but I always knew he was there, taking up valuable real estate.