Last week’s ‘Chicken Legs’ post apparently struck a nerve for some readers. My intention was not to garner sympathy because I had been bullied, but rather…
In grade five I started at a new school. Serving a mostly rural area, there were four classrooms with one wide hallway down the centre,…
In my vast experience, stress and stupidity feed off of each other in a Murphy’s Law sort of way — my stress contributes to a…
I grew up with milk on the table. Pop was considered an adults-only mixer for alcohol. Potato chips were party fare, not a weekly pantry…
Perhaps I am a tad jaded, but I find there is something a wee bit hokey, perhaps even slightly offensive about all the hoopla for…
I have never been to an Olympic event, but in 1976, when Montreal was the host, I met two gentlemen who were on their way…
A recent article circulating social media sites was in regard to a man who complained of having an ‘ear worm’ for years on end… ‘Earworms’;…