Last night, all of us in the literary journalism program read from the stories we’ve been working on here at the Banff Centre. I went last. One of my classmates speculated this was because organizers worried people might flee after hearing me. Ian Brown, the Globe and Mail writer who runs the program, spent a lot of time over drinks later impersonating me and the way I read in front of large crowds. Supposedly, when I said “suture,” my hands made sewing gestures. This photo courtesy Richard Johnson.