Eating Air
On my half-light bicycle ride through the country, every now and then a mystical fragrance collided with my nostrils. In response to this oh-so-pleasant…
Both Eyes Open
This short collection of reflections has encouraged me to appreciate the process of writing along with all it’s cathartic and healing sensibilities. Typically, this…
Hippity, Hoppity, Hype. A Lesson from Paris.
I decided to push myself into the crowd. To get closer to the feature at the front of the room which seemed to have…
Unhappy Happenings
At a safe distance from the road, with a grassy pasture and a long curved drive acting as a soft buffer, there appears to…
Hello! Who are you?
Often, when I put the kitty litter to the curb, I think of a man I met at the St. Catharines General Hospital a…
Rules Rule.
“It takes a very long time to become young.” ~ Pablo Picasso. The consensus among the educated seems to be this: You must…
I Circle.
Thoughts on circles, inspired in the moment I realized I was standing in the same place my mother had, some 50 years ago, taking…
There’s the Rub
We were at Radio Shack, Mommy and I. The clerk was handing her credit card back. “Sorry ma’am, it’s been declined.” “Oh!” Mommy exclaimed. She looked genuinely…
The Abstract Project: Mad Love and Wildhagen Hats
A full lunar eclipse illuminated the Halifax sky on the night Sheri and David fell madly in love. Earlier, there was a cafe, two…
Option Number Three
It was the summer and my mom was going through an identity crisis. Back in the eighties, technology wasn’t what it is today and…