Here I sit–annual confession
I often live with a sense of abandonment…yet with a keen anticipation of epiphany. I live with the idea that natural life is a miracle and a mystery; but ...
I often live with a sense of abandonment…yet with a keen anticipation of epiphany. I live with the idea that natural life is a miracle and a mystery; but ...
Look at those humans, so like sheep, so like lemmings… (note to non-spatial self, time to create new similes) and yet I have an affection for them. But as...
Past the hypocrisy of Mr. Harper, the peonage of the Senate, the C-311 debate that never was, and was never intended to be, past the snap-trickster vote, past o...
While the second world war blazed, my father farmed a patch of Saskatchewan soil. He was conscripted but found exemption by belonging to a recognised pacifist g...