The city where I live hosts a Canada Day parade that passes within a few blocks of my house. Apparently it’s the longest in Canada, which doesn’t seem right, but could be. I can wax poetic about my neighbourhood at the best of times, but this parade really is a great thing. The streets are […]
If I’m right and truly spun out, deep breaths aren’t so deep, and sleep won’t come. In those moments, being present means the undistracted quiet of prayer.
We’re evaluating a new piece of software at $dayJob right now. A few colleagues and I got pulled into the “whatcha think?” effort yesterday, and it was frustrating. We didn’t have any training and there was a short window to poke around and then provide our thoughts. We felt the weight of providing good, helpful […]
Yeah, this was one of those weeks where the first word I said to my boss on Monday morning was a Very Bad Word; There was warm-enough weather to partially melt the ice stalagmite that grows on the walkway beside my house (and under the monstrous icicle that hangs off the side of my eavestrough); […]
My house kinda looks like the crime scene of a Christmas Fairy massacre. There is glitter *everywhere*. It seems like at least 83% by weight of the Christmas decor in and around my house is sparkley. My eyes feel gritty just thinking about it. But it isn’t going to stop me. Because you know what […]
I hope everyone had a chance today to visit a cenotaph or attend a Remembrance service, and perhaps enjoy some fellowship at a local Canadian Legion. I meant to get this out earlier for us, but couldawouldashoulda. Better now than not at all, right? At the going down of the sun and in the morning, […]
Welcome to September, friends! I for one am super happy for the change in weather. The hot hot heat isn’t my friend, but this more temperate sunny, but not like Satan’s Armpit weather is my jam. I feel productive in this kind of weather – there’s tomato sauce to make! There’s gardens to start winding […]
Once upon a time, when Gutenburg cranked up his press, it was critical that poets and playwrights fit their lyrical genius onto a finite amount of space. The full bloom of your prose must fit onto the folio – too short and it was a waste of space; too long and it was a wasted […]
Writing something eloquent is important to me. Making folks feel appreciated, making them feel seen, and expressing gratitude for what they brought to the effort *IS* important.
Half a lifetime ago, there were several people in my circle of friends who had birthdays around the same time as mine, so we decided that we’d go to a comedy show to celebrate all of us at once. I wasn’t in a great headspace, so when the comedian asked if anyone was celebrating anything, […]
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