Jason Fortier
Bio
My name is Jason and I'm small town boy living in Toronto. I'm partnered to a somewhat crazy man and we have a very crazy dog. I'm Indigenous. I'm Ukrainian. I'm Canadian. I believe that story telling is necessary societal glue.
Stories (2)
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My Granny's Hands
I never knew my paternal Grandmother--My dad's mother Doris. She died before I was born. However, I was fortunate enough to have known and loved my Great Grandmother Agnes. She was a loving and huggy Granny and I remember sitting on her lap and listening to her stories-- And it didn't matter that she sometimes spoke Ojibwe and I didn't; Somehow I knew what she was saying, chalk it up to the special magic that only Great Grandmothers possess.
By Jason Fortier5 years ago in Families
Jejune, Shrapnel and Mustelids
I've always been a lover of words. When I was a kid I used to leaf through dictionary's for fun and when I learned a new word for the first time that meant everyone else did too. Most kids get called mean names based on what the bully's have decided is your greatest weakness and I was not spared mean name callers. I was Encyclopedia Brown....They derisively called me Encyclopedia Brown. Why? Racism mainly. My beautiful Indigenous genes meant I was perma-tanned making me the darkest kid in school who also liked read the dictionary. Unforch for them, I considered it a compliment. I clapped back by calling them Jejune and because they had no idea what jejune meant momentary confusion was created, like an Octopus's ink cloud, provided distraction for escape. I insisted that my mother make me an Encyclopedia Brown costume for Halloween that year. Nobody got it...including my mother.
By Jason Fortier5 years ago in Humans
