Dear Vi, It’s foggy this morning. Outside my window, wisps of fog stream past like smoke from a chimney. Wait… maybe it really is smoke. I get up to check. Nope, it’s fog. Relieved, I take another sip of coffee. And then I burst into tears. A couple of months ago, I woke up in… Continue reading Fire!
Category: Just Write
Letters to Vi
Dear Vi, Blogging has always felt a little bit awkward to me. From the beginning, I’ve wanted to address each post as though it were a letter. But it always felt awkward. A letter to whom? And yet it feels just as strange to open a new page and simply start talking. I’m old-school that… Continue reading Letters to Vi
Mount Lorne hockey heroes
For several years we lived in the Yukon bush, in an area between Carcross and Whitehorse, near what is now the Hamlet of Mount Lorne. That’s where M played hockey on the outdoor rink. Yes, outdoor hockey in the Yukon! But it was cold, I’m not going to kid you. Someone always had to get… Continue reading Mount Lorne hockey heroes
The Worst Job I Ever Had was Pulling the Heads off Dead Chickens
After I graduated from high school, and after all the cap-throwing and after-grad partying was finished (about 3 days later), my parents decided that I needed a summer job. After all, I’d be heading off to university in the fall; it wasn’t unreasonable to expect me to make a financial contribution. I had a student… Continue reading The Worst Job I Ever Had was Pulling the Heads off Dead Chickens
Brought to you by the Letter B
For your listening pleasure, I present to you a whole lot of letter Bs! The venue is the fabulous Yukon Arts Center, Whitehorse Yukon, part of the last show I produced there. Rockin’ the Casbah, March 19, 2011. Some of my favourite people played in that band. Mr. C was director & I was the… Continue reading Brought to you by the Letter B
On knowledge, wisdom and a good bullshit detector
Good Sunday morning! I am sitting here by my kitchen window, coffee at my elbow and browsing my morning blog posts. The washing machine and the dryer are both on and I can barely hear the radio over the noise. Not that I’m paying attention, but I enjoy Michael Enright’s Sunday Edition, and CBC is… Continue reading On knowledge, wisdom and a good bullshit detector