"Why am I washing the floor after midnight?" I have asked myself this question a few times over the past half hour. The obvious answer is that I'm preparing for an open house tomorrow morning. Sheila did at least half the work before leaving for a rare overnight getaway with friends, and now that the kids are [...]
Category: Personal History
Bullied or Bully?
I am still haunted when I remember dragging David across the field at Dalhousie Elementary School. Maybe if I knew that he was doing okay, then I could finally let it go. But I don't. The last time I remember seeing him was during grade 12 (or was that grade 11?) when we walked home [...]
The Intensity of Youth
I've never found it difficult to make friends. But it took me almost thirty years to figure out how to keep them. Okay, that's not entirely true. There are a lot of people I consider to be friends, and if you asked them about me they might say the same. Other than the fact that [...]
Bucket List or Bucket Filled?
"What's on your bucket list?" I've heard it a thousand times, and for most of those enquiries I struggled to provide an answer. But I don't anymore. Hey, no offence to Morgan Freeman or Jack Nicholson or any of my friends who are happily flitting about checking off their do-before-I-die lists. It's a good movie [...]