Here is another excerpt from my book “The Long Game”, a memoir told in one page short stories. Stalk I stalk my half-sister. Facebook and Google have made this easy. She has no idea I exist. Even better, her husband has no restrictions of what he puts up on his pages. I’ve seen the whole […]
There is a famous quote attributed to Buddha “Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and common sense.” I am finding the need to repeat this sentiment more and more these days. In doing this I […]
My friend, the famous Andrew Mockler, moved out of my home today. He’s stayed with me for the last ten weeks while he established himself back into Vancouver’s creative world. It’s been ten weeks of intense work, hysterical improv sessions, gallons of Starbucks, private concerts, sushi, road trips, long chats, too many Dairy Queen Blizzards […]
On August 30th I finished writing the first draft of my book, “The Long Game”, a memoir written in one page short stories. The following is one of the final pieces added into the mix… End of Summer Yes, you’re right, nothing new has happened. So why does today hurt more than yesterday? Why at […]
The keyboard on my phone was screwed. I didn’t know if the problem was it or me, so the simplest solution was to stop by the Rogers store. That’s where the young man who initially set up my phone works. He is brilliant and helpful. Luckily he was there and spent an hour helping me. […]
Women and their hair. I’ve just booked my next haircut and the dilemma of wondering if it’s time for a change always comes up… luckily for me I have done the ultimate with my hair so anything I do these days pales in comparison… I wrote a story about it… this became the story that […]
My radar has never been wrong. I’m sure this is alarming for most. I find it a comfort. For years I have been open about being a victim of sexual abuse when I was a child. The topic is not for general conversation but it is interesting how often I make reference to the fact. […]
“I wish Winifred was here listening to this.” It was the only time during the evening I thought I might cry. My oldest client will turn 96 next week. A truly lovely man and an iconic Vancouverite. Winifred was his beloved wife. I am his personal trainer. We met in the elevator in his building. […]
When is laughing at something “morally wrong”, wrong? When my friend uses “hand quotes” to warn me that his next comment or sentence will be “morally wrong”, why do I laugh even harder? Am I morally wrong? When did our society become so politically correct? Or maybe so incorrect? I can sit here in the […]
“I don’t want you to send me a picture of your junk.” I found that sentence scrawled on a scrap of paper with a line crossing it out. If it’s crossed out that means the story has been written and added into my book. It’s done. Is this what it is to be a writer? […]
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