We could revert to the old saying – really, no pun intended – but what type of birthday gift do you get for someone who would say “I don’t need anything.” That’s the challenge I am having as I contemplate while I scratch my ever-increasing balding head trying to figure out what to get my dearRead more
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Dear Santa: Ah, yes. Here we are: of all the hundreds, maybe, honestly, thousands of pieces I have the privilege of putting cursor to screen this is, unquestionably, my favourite letter to craft. I know we don’t speak, email, tweet, or whichever form of communication you use throughout the year. I know, Santa, you areRead more
When the brisk, warm winds increase their mighty gusts, at the same time that the unquestionable sound of autumn arrives — a hardened leaf that fell off a tree and hip hops along the pavement’s bare cement, creating a clickety-clack sound: October is here. It’s my favourite month. I fell in love with the year’sRead more
I need to go shopping. Right now. Because the safety of my television is in the balance. No, to my TV technical friends: not colour balance. You see, my TV, to the right of my mobile command center — laptop and cell phone and the pack of Cheezies bag which is always open, and, inRead more
For the next early part of September, Canadians will start to settle into their desks for another year of education. That means one thing, right? Homework: something, I would bet Grandpa Tait’s farmstead, isn’t popular—how can it be? It takes away time from our day. It’s in that tone, I submit the following mini-thesis. ThereRead more
They were called wires. And it made a lot of sense because, honestly, they were made out of wire. Two circle lenses. Green in colour. They looked so cool. So cool. So I asked my mother, who was shopping in a downtown North Battleford, Saskatchewan store called Kresge’s, a department store eventually sold to K-Mart,Read more
To the Graduating Class of 2024, Since David Foster is one of the most prolific songwriters ever to make magical music on the piano, we’re going to start our time together with some lyrics: not written by Mr. Foster, but their profound meaning on this — a day you, and all of your lifelong teammatesRead more
I have two heroes and no more. My mom and dad. And, as clocks tick and vibrate towards Sunday – Father’s Day – thinking of my dad becomes more profound and special: I think of Dad, a lot, every day of the year. But – and he was a great hockey fan all his lifeRead more
May always conjures up the smell of springtime: flowers, the first time the grass is mowed, the scent of a million small tiny green blades dumped into green bags, and the freshness in the air after a warm rain. The fifth month is also the home to a special Sunday where we get to comeRead more
I invite you to imagine the following: David Foster walking around on the revered Massey Hall stage in Toronto, dressed in a white tuxedo, the crispiest white shirt, sparkling cufflinks, black magic bow tie, and a pair of freshly polished shoes that give a sterling reflection of every spotlight possible. He sits down on theRead more
