Eulogy for a cousin
Over the last 20 odd years I spoke with my cousin Calvin only a handful of times. But as is often the case with cousins, early years have a special grip on memo...
Category: Spirituality
Love along the Rideau
I’m sitting on the banks of the Rideau canal—at the place it locks itself to the Ottawa river. The grass is groomed but not to the point discomfort—the ev...
Edwin Tuts – Art for the Heart
In 2000 Edwin Tuts sold a painting for $26,000. In 2006 he was selling similar pieces for $100 each—to fuel a drug habit. Today, says Tuts, “Every brush s...
At the water’s edge of hope and sorrow
Snow in May—a disappointment to daffodils. But crocuses carry on. As do the intrepid Snowdrops. I know a woman who said, joy is a drink that always spills. But ...