All Practice, No Perfect

  My son had his track meet the other day.  He loves to run and for the last few weeks, we’ve had to brave the early morning chill to go to the running club practices before school started.  Grades 1-6 would practice in cold, rain and sunshine, learning the skills and timing required for the…

Redwoods

A few years ago I heard a speaker talk about redwood trees.  He mentioned how the redwoods, giants of the forest, had shallow roots.  Surprising, considering that those Ent-like beasts of beauty can reach up to 375 feet. There is no taproot, but the roots can spread out 50-80 feet from the base of the…

Fair’s Fare

  I’d see those guys every day.  I’d be waiting for the bus at the station, beat from my 12-hr work day, I’d pray that the bus would lumber up in the snow soon and swoop me into a nice heated seat.  When the bus finally pulled in, I would then watch the guys sneaking…

Bromancing The Stone

My son and I have a new favourite show.  Now, the only time I ever indulge in TV is when my six-year-old is watching.  I just think most of the cartoons are ridiculous and enjoy the skew they have towards adults.  And they’re cartoons.  ‘Nuff said.  The show we like watching is Sanjay and Craig. …

Clock Watching

I was always concerned about my son. As a baby and infant, he seemed to take a long time to hit the landmarks that they measure the wee ones by.  Or at least, that’s how I felt when I was comparing him to other kids his age.  It took him a while before he walked. …

(Emb)race Day, Or, Two Minutes For Looking So Good

Some of you are familiar with the morning scramble.  And I’m not talking huevos rancheros here. It’s that we’re-going-to-be-late-if-we-don’t-get-our-socks-and-shoes-on scramble that occurs just inside the front door, amidst a flurry of backpacks, gloves on the wrongs hands and a pile of protests that would shame the House of Commons.  Inevitably, as the sock and shoe…

Clay, Unmodeled

I never liked Play Doh.  I take no issue with the texture or the malleability of it. I don’t bristle at their assortment of accoutrements and fun-looking gadgets attached to the brand.  I have nothing against the product or the delightful, primary-esque colours.  Actually, I need to retract that last bit.  It’s precisely because of the…

Have You Met My Friend Jack?

“I’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leading but two things right now: Jack and shit… and Jack just left town”.  – From Army of Darkness. While not exactly the most elegant quote, someone in a meeting used a variation of that one the other night – that there were only two things he knew out there while drinking…

Back When The Beaver Hit The Bong

Ah the good ol’ days. Well, more accurately, the past as we perceive through a hazy nostalgic set of goggles which are adjusted to a setting  that only allows us to acknowledge only what we want to see, deflecting and ignoring the things that don’t feed into the false ideal and image that we choose…

When Your Spirit Guide Is A Turtle

It always seems to come back to turtles. I am not sure why, but when I close my eyes, breathe deeply, crank up the burnt sage and seek communion with Upper Management, I see turtles (sea turtles?)  I wish I didn’t.  But there they are, crinkled pointed beaks, sun soaked tails, glinted and tinted eyes,…