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
Today was a very good day. I woke at 6 AM to the easy strains of my cellphone’s alarm and the cool darkness of an early east coast autumn. Rufus and Simon – my mum’s two ragdoll cats – skittered into my room, eager to investigate my pre-dawn activities. Simon jumped on the bed and… Continue reading I cannot wait to do this again