• She Was Right!

    I was never supposed to survive to see my 58th Birthday. But even when things looked the bleakest, Ana Tigre refused to believe that my health issues could not be turned around. In 2001 I was in congestive heart failure, needed a transplant and was told I would never...
  • Do Not Go Gentle

    Do Not Go Gentle Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do...
  • Still Dreaming Big

    I remember my first suit-wearing job. I was 18 years old at the time and the father of the most beautiful and fun-loving little girl in the world. I was also skinny. If I stood sideways and stuck out my tongue I could be mistaken for a zipper. What...
  • How Much Time Do You Have To Waste?

    I have a friend that’s wired a little different than most. Not the sew flowers on your blue jeans and never wear deodorant kind of different, although I know a few of those too; Tom Richardson just sees things more clearly than the average guy. I was talking to...
  • Stepping Back And Re-Setting Priorities

    Ana and I just took a shot and unexpected vacation to St Maarten/St Martin for 5 days and had the time of our life. Then we got home. As the avalanche of calls, texts, emails and pressing things to do hit us we took a huge step back, shut...
  • I Can See Clearly Now

    Every morning I get out of bed early to get a jump on the day. It’s usually dark outside. The sound of my feet hitting the cool hardwood floor is the same every morning. So is the ritual of reaching into the shower then gingerly jumping back to dodge...
  • The Northender

    Tomorrow they will hold a memorial service for one of the most influential men in my life. He will be celebrated by his family, friends and the city that loved him, and that he loved. The flags are being flown at half-mast in Regina, Saskatchewan. The service will be...
  • I Don’t Want Comfortable

    I think comfortable is the great deceiver. It’s the thing that tells me that I’ve done enough. That the next thing isn’t necessary. That it’s time to “sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor.” Comfortable is a Jezebel that tempts me to take the easier path, the...
  • The Last Class

    At 5 pm yesterday Ana and I and six other couples walked out of a government building, the institutional kind reeking of a we-have-no-budget-for-that kind of frugalism. The kind of place that immaculately dressed politicians and their clambering entourages never set foot in, yet the building, and the work...
  • Because It’s The Right Thing To Do

    I don’t miss the notoriously harsh Canadian winters. I met my first when I was four months old and saw the tail end of it about six months later. We didn’t see eye to eye then, and still don’t to this day. Imagine yourself in a deep sleep enveloped...
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