The natural and particular worry of any parent
I have the natural and particular worry of any parent who takes their second youngest to a clinic in another country to have a needle inserted into the soft cen...
Category: Love
When nothing else could help, Love lifted me
It’s a beautiful feeling, although fleeting: you walk upstairs into the open living room and see a tongue of ocean between stands of hemlock and further east th...
Too late in the day for regret
Too late in the day for regret: those years of lysergic and Lebanese, of mushrooms and Millers, when we knew, despite the fugue of dissipation in the theatre of...
Crossing the Strait of Georgia
Crossing the Strait of Georgia on the Queen of Coquitlum, Vancouver Island rising into the deepening colours, passing through all the stages of peach, coral, th...