Memory · To whom it may concern

We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us.

I am crying tonight because Stuart McLean died today. He was 68 years old. I don’t remember the first time I listened to the Vinyl Café. If I had to wager a guess, I would put myself somewhere between the ages of nine or ten. Growing up, the CBC was one of the few constants… Continue reading We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us.

Memory · To whom it may concern

I’d say please (please). I’m your man.

When we were young, my parents would take us on long winter road trips to Red Mountain and Silver Star. We didn’t do much as a family, but we skied. The five of us would cram into our Toyota Turcel, packed to the hilt with equipment, clothes, blankets, pillows, and enough mandarin oranges to stave… Continue reading I’d say please (please). I’m your man.

Memory · To whom it may concern

Eyes firmly on the prize

Here’s a weird thing that I did once. Last November I got eyelash extensions. The impetus behind this decision? “The Holiday Season.” And just to try something different. The process of getting them done was more bizarre than anything else. Beyond being uncomfortable, it was also weirdly vulnerable. Lying on a bed in some woman’s… Continue reading Eyes firmly on the prize