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.
So much already has been written about 2016. By almost every account, the year has been a raging dumpster fire – a hate-filled inferno consuming everything and everyone in its path. And yes, a lot of really, really bad things happened this year. But a lot of really good things happened too. And because life… Continue reading 2016: A year in review
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.
Tonight, I am electric to the touch. A wriggling, giggling eel. A lamplighter in the dark. A wicked wick. Today, I wrote. My lower back, a crooked crick. My bum, an indent. Bad posture, and too much tea. Today, I ran with legs a fire. Tonight, I walked. My cheeks, poppy flesh. My lips, stung… Continue reading Think back to when
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