The gerontologist’s words struck me with the force of a bucket of ice water, “Your…
Life-wise
A worthy award
Louis Nizer said: A beautiful lady is an accident of nature. A beautiful old lady is a work of art.…
Some lost arts
“They don’t teach cursive handwriting in schools anymore.” I heard that comment…
From horses to strobe lights
“How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood” – Samuel Woodworth. How…
Two shades of black
I sat down to write this soon after the television broadcast scenes of rioting on the streets of…
When cops blunder
Wagging my finger, I yelled "Slow down," at the police cruiser driving at excessive speed…
When long-term memory fails
In April 1971, as we looked forward to our move to South Africa, we planned to visit a conference…
Honouring the unthinkable
Anna made the announcement, “I’m pregnant,” just days before we planned to hook…
Voting with ballots or with bullets
With the election of Barack Obama as president of the United States, a disturbing question has…
Spring
When I think of spring, I wonder why I left central Alberta. In my memories, every season arrived…
Chaos theory and destiny
Early childhood memories have been playing through my mind like 30-second random bursts of video.…
Biography of a big brother
Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “There is properly no history, only biography.” That means…
Olympic gold: is it worth it?
I have never had much interest in watching any sports. This year, things began to change. While…
A letter from the campsite
Those of us fortunate enough to reach our late 70s sometimes have to justify our actions to the…
In the winters of my discontent
Just before writing this, I made a serious blunder. I looked out the window. Normally, that…