Isabel Huggan

Life has been one surprise after another since an uneventful childhood growing up in Elmira, Ontario: the only certainty has been my ongoing love of the English language, rather ironic, now that I live permanently in France. Still, I manage by working as a mentor for the Humber School for Writers, and have every intention of adding another collection to The Elizabeth Stories and You Never Know.

Since I wrote the piece in Dropped Threads, my friend Rhoda — the pivot of our quartet of Audrey Hepburn lookalikes — has died. The three of us who are left no longer throw dress-up parties: the game is over. It would be too sad without Rhoda, we would simply feel silly hanging on to the old joke. And so, life moves us along and changes us in subtle and sombre ways, and we get older inside as well as out. Soon I will believe that the signs of aging I see in the mirror are more than skin-deep.

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