I’ve never been caught out on Lake Superior when the gales of November came early but I think I understand the feeling of resigned doom…
For the first time a graphic novel was included in the Canada Reads 2023 competition; Ducks, Two Years in the Oil Sands by Kate Beaton….
As I write this, someone I know and care about is going through that particular rite of passage — that institutionalized hell we call Grade…
The first book I ever read cover to cover by myself was The Secret World of Og by Pierre Berton. I was about seven years…
A friend of mine is saying goodbye to their beloved dog this weekend. Anyone who has ever given their heart over to a pet knows…
Being retired is great and all. Really it is. I’m busy, I have my friends, my writing course, my blog… blah blah… I want to…
Two women walk into a busy pub. It is crowded, they walk all about the place until they find a suitable table close to three…
You can all lower your collective eyebrows, I am not dating. Although I have been considering the possibility. I waver somewhere in the no-man’s land…
Sometimes it takes a calamity to slow you down. And other times, all you need is a near-miss. When I was in high school, my…
One more post on transitions and the memories that mark them: My chicken legs story marked my emergence into pre-adolescence. Today I have another story,…