I joined Facebook back in the Spring of 2007. More accurately, my oldest daughter signed me up. I didn’t have a clue what it was, just that it was going to a place on the...
I started my career in advertising working for a small direct marketing company in Toronto. For historical context, this was back in the early eighties. We hawked affordable,...
I’m a sporadic churchgoer these days. There were times throughout my life when I was a faithful attendee. The Old Man, Ma and I used to go every Sunday. I was baptized and took...
I started writing letters to God over thirty years ago. At the time, I desperately needed to talk to someone and there wasn’t anyone in close proximity that I could tell this...
I walk my ginger cookie dog Rusty every morning in the hour just before dawn. It’s a sweet time. A gift from heaven. Peaceful. Quiet. A writer’s blessing. The hush before the...
It’s no secret that I’m a dog lover. Always have been, always will be. I was born into a house of dog lovers. And other animals too – cats, birds, fish, gerbils. You name,...
My Old Man was obsessed with lottery tickets. Every week he bought one (or more accurately, more than one, more like a fistful). He would rub his hands together and gleefully...
Sometimes I want to weep Cry my heart out For the little Girl child Living inside This old woman. Moon-faced Sorrow-full eyes Bowl-shaped hair Self-effacing smile. I want to Take...
I sleep like a baby. A newborn. On a good night, I get four hours sleep. On a not-so-good night it could be three, sometimes even two measly hours. I’m like one of those infants...
I’ve been taking vitamins and sundry supplements for as far back as I can remember. Because I was chronically anemic as a kid, Ma used to give me Carter’s Little Liver Pills....
