Author: Michael Murray

After having moved just over a month ago, Rachelle and I found ourselves back in our old stomping grounds in East Toronto on Saturday. We had a few errands to run, and while Rachelle was off registering for a program at the Jimmy Simpson Community Centre, I went to our old corner store to say…

Walking up the street toward Dupont I saw a man sighing as he fidgeted with a ladder that was leaning against a house. He kept taking a step back and looking up at. It was a slippery, icy, might be raining or it might be snowing kind of day, and the ladder he kept sighing…

Yesterday I was at the Food Depot at Dupont and Davenport buying a few groceries. In the line in front of me stood two young and thin hipsters. One of them wore round, ironic glasses, sported a wispy moustache and had his hair parted as if by his mother for his grade two class photograph.…

As Heidi and I walked down the street, young university girls stopped to swoon over our Miniature Dachshund, playing with her ears and cooing, missing the dogs they grew up with and left home with their parents when they embarked for school. On Bloor we popped into a store that sold trendy, high-end environmentally friendly…

As many of you know Rachelle and I have been moving from our apartment in the east end of Toronto to one in the Annex part of the city, one that we actually used to inhabit just over two years ago. It’s a happy move, this, but it’s been a very hard one, and between…

Shoppers Drug Mart appears to be taking over the world. Everywhere I turn a new one seems to be materializing, rising massively from the land as if the realization of some biblical prophecy. In a constant state of expansion and growth, it’s my observation that Shoppers has a nearly impossible time acquiring decent employees. I’ve…

On Tuesday afternoon the sunlight was so thin and distant that it felt like early morning. As I took the dog for a walk through Yorkville we saw a woman of around 60 standing at the end of her driveway, her arms crossed, smiling. Another woman, a little bit younger but not by as much…

On occasion I like to answer some of my fan mail. Today is one such day. ****************************************** Dear Michael Murray: You’re a writer and a genius, so perhaps you can help me. Recently I’ve been feeling a little bit invisible in the world, and earlier today I had what I think the ultimate emasculating experience.…

As many of you know, I’ve been trying to win the New Yorker Cartoon Caption Contest for several months now, and for reasons that completely elude me, have yet to win, or even have one of my submissions nominated. This is insane. I’m crazy funny. Look at this caption, and then look at the three…