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Buy Less, More Better

By |August 25th, 2015|

We spent the weekend with friends on their farm. I walked a lot of the 60 acres with him. “The deer got the whole strawberry crop, those plants have a fungus, the raspberries were affected by the heat, and last winter the gophers ate […]

Making it Good

By |August 24th, 2015|

I’m paying for my kombucha in the organic, gluten free, vegan café. As the dread locked dude hands me back my change he says, “hey man, make it a good day”.

It’s messed with my morning ever since. A seemingly subtle difference to the normal […]

No Plan B

By |August 21st, 2015|

Friends got some bad news. The treatment they thought would help the cancer is causing too much damage elsewhere in the body. At the moment, there is no plan B.

It is a wordless experience. Suspended between here and hope. Feeling like held breath is […]

Running on Empty

By |August 20th, 2015|

The fuel gauge shows empty. It’s diesel. I am driving around looking for a station to fill up, all the while using up what precious little is left in the tank.

That is how I feel.

This isn’t an old guy talking as I am seeing the horizon get […]

Bird By Bird

By |August 19th, 2015|

I just finished it. It feels like dropping a friend off at the airport after a really great visit. I saw them right up to the point I wasn’t allowed to go anymore, and now am walking back to my car, alone.

I admit I’m […]

Garden, I love you, but…

By |August 18th, 2015|

The garden and I are kind of sick of each other. Back in the spring, everything seemed new, there was discovery, the soil was warm and moist and full of promise.

I wanted to spend all my time up there. First thing in the morning, […]

For The Love Of Honey

By |August 17th, 2015|

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’. I am jumping up and down, shaking one leg, then the other. Didn’t tuck in the socks. Bees are up my pants.

“The neighbours are having a party, keep your voice down” wife says, then suggests rather incongruously, “drop your pants!”

‘Fuck, fuck, […]

I May Be Wrong, Evidently.

By |August 14th, 2015|

I am surprised not everyone thinks like me. I don’t consider myself as radical, or out of the ordinary – but still other people’s opinions and ideas can still be different than mine. Odd.  It’s not so much that those folks are wrong, it’s more […]

Time of Election

By |August 13th, 2015|

I was raised by a socialist mother, and a politically non-astute father. So, in our home it was all NDP. But, against type, I became a capitalist, and defaulted right of centre on the spectrum. Add to that an evangelical conversion and I was definitely […]

It’s a Guy Thing

By |August 12th, 2015|

“I realize I take my friends for granted, I figure they will always be there”. This was my buddy’s apology over a beer and burger last night. We hadn’t seen each other much, if at all, this summer. I told him I missed him.

They […]

Swim Anyone?

By |August 11th, 2015|

I mean, who travels without a bathing suit? I’ve gone plenty of places and forgotten to pack underwear, but I’m always ready to swim. Even though, nine times out of ten, I don’t. But, you never know.

Swim trunks notwithstanding, I am rarely prepared. My […]

Shitty First Draft

By |August 10th, 2015|

A while ago I wrote a story about a runaway kid. I was pretty pleased with myself. I sent it off to a couple of close friends, one a screenwriter, the other a playwright. I got the same response back from both of them […]

Three Words

By |August 7th, 2015|

Just three words, yet they can carry such meaning. Sometimes spoken as confession, or confirmation, or even coercion – it’s all about the inflection and intention.   They’re one thing to give, but entirely different to receive.

I love you.

I do enjoy hearing them, but if […]

I Want to Believe

By |August 6th, 2015|

So, evidently Venus is in retrograde. From what I’ve read, it’s a bad time to start a love affair and purchase luxury goods – they can cost you more than you bargained for. But, for some reason, it’s an excellent time to buy antiques […]

You Say Terror Like It’s a Bad Thing

By |August 5th, 2015|

My son wrote to me about a situation he was facing: “It’s both really exciting, and terrifying”. That’s the best kind, the thrill of not knowing what’s going to happen next.

I remember learning to rappel. I was told to slowly fall back all the […]

I Still Do

By |August 4th, 2015|

We sat on the beach and watched the young bride-to-be canoe to shore with her father. The expectant groom stood near the edge of the water. It was a lovely, emotional scene. They have absolutely no idea what they are getting themselves into.

How can […]

Happy?

By |August 3rd, 2015|

My friends just celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary. I’m wondering if they’re happy. They’re Dutch, so it’s kind of hard to tell.

I was watching a Ted talk about relationships by this woman with a great French accent. “It used to be people got divorced […]

“Out” in the First Person

By |July 31st, 2015|

It’s Pride weekend in Vancouver. I heard one of the organizers talk about how the event has evolved and that ‘Pride’ can now extend beyond just sexual orientation. We all can have a reason to walk in the parade.

I remember back in University walking […]

First Person Sex

By |July 30th, 2015|

This week I am trying something different, a series of short essays on what it means to live openly and authentically.  It’s an attempt at what the poet David Whyte would call ‘the courageous conversation’.  

I really love sex, but I am not such […]

Life in the First Person

By |July 29th, 2015|

This week I am trying something different, a series of short essays on what it means to live openly and authentically.  It’s an attempt at what the poet David Whyte would call ‘the courageous conversation’.  

I once wrote a poem about my dad. It […]

Living in the First Person

By |July 28th, 2015|

This week I am trying something different, a series of short essays on what it means to live openly and authentically.  It’s an attempt at what the poet David Whyte would call ‘the courageous conversation’.  I make no claims to having it right, accurate, […]

Living in the First Person

By |July 27th, 2015|

This week I am trying something different, a series of short essays on what it means to live openly and authentically.  It’s an attempt at what the poet David Whyte would call ‘the courageous conversation’.  I make no claims to having it right, accurate, […]

Kids These Days

By |July 24th, 2015|

I fear capitalism has little hope, at least if my son and his friends are any indication.

His two best friends since elementary school were over for a visit. Between the three of them, one’s unemployed, one’s quitting his job, and the third is finishing […]

Tell Me Your Story

By |July 23rd, 2015|

We had some folks over for supper last night. “I have two amazing stories I want to tell” – said one friend, unsolicited, as he walked through the door.

Someone else, recounting a canoeing trip he recently took, talked of his highlight being the sitting […]

On Singing and Jumping

By |July 22nd, 2015|

A couple of weeks ago I did something for the first time. I sang out loud, by myself, a capella, in front of a bunch of people. I was stone cold sober.

It was late at night, midway through a week of poetry and hiking, […]

Full House

By |July 21st, 2015|

Our house is full again. Every bed is taken either with one of our kids, or one of their friends. Not so coincidentally, the contents of our fridge are moving in the opposite direction.

This past weekend at a large family gathering I watched as […]

Sibling Revelry

By |July 20th, 2015|

So, there I was, Saturday afternoon, dancing to a Jefferson Airplane cover on my sister’s lawn, with my three siblings. The four of us have a combined age of about 230.

On paper, we’ve got very little in common, having forged unique lives and circumstance. […]

0 Fucks

By |July 17th, 2015|

“I am disappointed in you”, my mum would say when I’d done something wrong. It was the worst punishment. I’d rather she beat me with a spoon.

Trying not to let people down is a curse. I think the technical term is ‘pleaser’.   I […]