Chanel M. Sutherland

Category: Nonfiction

In the vast landscape of literature, a quiet yet profound voice has guided my journey as a writer. That voice belongs to none other than Alice Munro, a master of...

I was a layaway child. Caratal was a village of grandparents caring for the children of their children. A village trapped in time and at the mercy of the fiery...

Without the sound of the conch shell, every memory of my childhood would be incomplete. The fishermen used them to summon the villagers, long deep echoes rolled from the sea...

I was half awake when my mother left. She wore a blue dress and her retreating figure shimmered in and out of my vision, sometimes as solid as a sapphire,...