BySarah Trick

Sarah Trick was raised by New Age hippies in a conservative lumber town in western Canada. She lives and writes in Ottawa, where the people are more placid and the trees more colourful.

  1. The first time I went to Parliament, I was nine, a moon-faced, chubby tourist in a little purple wheelchair. I don’t remember much about that tour, except in flashes: my awe at its baroque grandeur. The theatricality of the whole thing, with the historical characters in costume and rehearsed tours. My dad yelling at security when they wouldn’t let him push my chair up the stairs, for fear it would get the carpets