Too much social media leads to social tedium. I use Facebook and Twitter but I’ve never even looked at Instagram; it seems like another thing…
In my early twenties, I went through a semi-serious “I’m-a-hippy” phase. In those days, or at least in my circle, you couldn’t claim to be…
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,…
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,…
As a kid I once asked my father “What is time?” He gave me a typical adult answer; “Time is like money, something we could…
“Hellos and goodbyes are very important. You can get away with murder in between, but hellos and goodbyes are important.” A young psychiatrist told me…
I have a beautiful lamp that once belonged to a favoured aunt of mine. The base of the lamp is glass and designed to look…
I have sacrificed my thumbs for my mind. I have what are commonly referred to as ‘mommy thumbs’, an affliction resulting from overuse and over-stretching…
Two people in a canoe are committed to cooperating. No need to spell out what happens if one person chooses not to cooperate, either by…