War and Peace

War and Peace

Last year the Tower of London was awash in bright red ceramic poppies. 888,246 of them carpeted the lawns, one for each  soldier killed in the First World War. It was amazing; somber and uplifting all at once. We were lucky enough to be there, accompanied by my...
Away. And A Manger.

Away. And A Manger.

Autumn is a great time to get behind the wheel and just drive. I don’t know where you live, but here, roads are generally straight lines, the occasional hill, and lots of yellows and browns against the most gorgeous clear blue sky. Prairie skies. If you haven’t seen...
Selling The Farm

Selling The Farm

My mother grew up on a farm near Borden, Saskatchewan. Born the April before the stock market crash of 1929, she was steeped in uncertainty and lack. The farm she lived on until she was a teenager had been in the family since 1906, when her grandfather and his brother...
If Only, Then What?

If Only, Then What?

Sometimes good people get fired. Or laid off. Or lose their jobs. It’s happened to me and to people I love, including one of the most talented writers I know. Twice. The city I live in is prone to economic highs and lows, and when those lows hit (like now) the axe...
Peak Performance

Peak Performance

It’s been a year this month that I left my job. One revolution of the earth around the sun, endless summer giving way to seemingly endless winter. And now, spring and another season of beginnings. I had hoped that, at the end of this year of change, I would emerge...