My Father is…
…up long before dawn, deep winter, 40 below, helping a neighbour jump-start his truck; …in a darkened farm shed bent over a steel disc, shocks of light coming f...
…up long before dawn, deep winter, 40 below, helping a neighbour jump-start his truck; …in a darkened farm shed bent over a steel disc, shocks of light coming f...
No, touched doesn’t name it; more like being struck by a semi load of girders. And some families are struck more than once. A few days ago a man I knew died by ...
In 1971 I sat in The Spingside Café with a friend drinking carafe-scorched coffee, listening to some old guys across the aisle talking: “No, it was the winter o...
Lac Ste Anne, Alberta December, 2016 Life is short, but how trite to say… What do you mean? I mean we say this but rarely think it through, which makes it hack...