Comfortable Rebellion

  The last time an acorn got my full attention, I was seven or eight years old. I disguised one in a wax candy wrapper and presented it to m...

Forget-me -uh ... I’ve been told that the English language is loaded with more potential for negative connotation than any other language in...

  Last week I decided to play “left right” on my afternoon walk. The premise is simple: walk a bit, then turn at the first right. Then turn ...

… eat ice cream! My introduction to lemon ice cream – real ice cream, not sorbet – happened at Vancouver’s Pacific Centre Mall in 1985. T...

Last year I decided I wanted to live in Sidney. A lot of change was happening at the time – I had also decided to retire and moving from Esq...

  It doesn’t feel like it looks. It doesn’t look like it feels, either. I wonder what the Beatles envisioned when they wrote “When I’m 64.” ...

Early last week I realized that I am not – and maybe never have been – wild about my birthday. Anyone whose natal anniversary comes this clo...