My reoccurring dream

My reoccurring dream

I used to be a radio guy. It might surprise many readers that I spent a full decade in the broadcasting business, starting out as an overnight board operator at C95 in Saskatoon, then accepting my first full-time gig up in Fort St. John, BC.  It was a great place to start, way up in
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Finding the answers

Finding the answers

When I was a teenager – back in those pre-iPhone, pre-computer, pre-most-things-technical-and-smart – getting answers to questions that popped up in conversation or by circumstance was a completely different universe to how we do it today.  In those days, the encyclopaedia set was a mainstay, either at home (if you were so fortunate) or at
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Festering sore

Festering sore

About 14 years ago, I had surgery to repair a severed Achilles tendon.  The affected area on the back side of my ankle is about the size of a toonie.  It has long since healed, but in such a way that the new skin is incredibly sensitive and not very strong. Heather and I went
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Integrity

Integrity

Integrity. Was there ever a word more steeped in meaning?  We were engaged is some strategic planning over the weekend, and that word came up as an important core value.  Interestingly, it can be interpreted a number of ways, as illustrated by a string of reflections on Facebook. We are in a strange political time
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Birds in paradise

Birds in paradise

The Christmas gift I remember and appreciate above all others is the bird feeder I got a couple of years ago from Heather and the boys.  It hangs in our backyard, between the house and the shop, filled with sunflower seeds.  At first, it hung there untouched, unappreciated by our feathered friends.  But once one
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Destinations unknown

Destinations unknown

With Dylan being under the weather all week, I found myself thinking of the many times I was ill as a child, and how Mom always made it better.  A cold cloth on my forehead when I was burning up, a small bowl of chicken noodle soup when I was recovering from a stomach flu,
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HOPE in the ART

HOPE in the ART

Earlier this week, I observed and participated in a discussion in a Grade 5 classroom about residential schools and the impact they had, and continue to have, on generations of Aboriginal families across Canada.  It was amazing to watch these young students explore openly a topic that affected over 150,000 Canadians, facing each other in
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Me time

Me time

I consider the time between when I wake to when I make the sandwiches for the boys’ lunches, my time.  It is that blissful hour when I get to write, about whatever is on my mind.  Most times I collect my thoughts in the form of a blog post, hit PUBLISH, and continue on with
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The lost art of talking

The lost art of talking

Heather played a spoken word YouTube piece for me called “Look Up” yesterday afternoon when she got home from her day of teaching.  It is disturbing (at least I found it so) about the social ills of social media.  It said everything that I’ve been thinking, sitting in airport waiting rooms, standing in the line-up
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Five years out

Five years out

“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?” How many people have been asked this question in a job interview and found yourself sputtering through a made-up-on-the-spot answer? I’ll be 52 in 5 years. Dylan will 20, Ben 15.  Heather will have gracefully and beautifully passed the 40 year marker. If we’re still in Fort
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