Something to read with your coffee.
For years I wrote a monthly journal about homes, habits and how to live. This is that journal, picked up again and rewritten for life after 50.
Short pieces. No homework. Read one and get on with your morning.
The First 21 Minutes.
Seven mornings. Seven minutes to move, seven for your mind, seven for what matters. One short email each morning for a week.
People tend to use karma as a threat. That will come back on you. Karma is going to catch up with him. So it is easy to think of it as a kind of cosmic punishment, waitin...
It is everywhere. Books, films, podcasts, the woman at the next table. Find your purpose. If you cannot find your purpose, find your passion. It seems everybody has one.
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Most of us are luckier than we let ourselves notice. A roof over our heads, food on the table, people we love, some health. The day to day gets in the way of seeing it, a...
Some of us wish we were perfect. A perfect relationship with a perfect soul mate. Perfect friends who love us all the time.
We all know that is fantasy. I think imperfect...
I do not swim.
For years, at the cottage, I made my way down the dock ladder and into the lake about twice a season. I would not call it swimming, or floating, or even wa...
Can karma be changed? Can it be cleaned up? Can you get out of it altogether?
The short answers are yes, yes, and only if you become enlightened. The first two are worth ...
This started out as a piece about the March blues, written for people who were sick of winter and far too busy to do anything about it. Most of us said the same thing bac...
When I was little there was nothing to do on Sundays. Everything was closed. No shopping, no working. The movie theatre was open and that was about it. There was no inter...
For some people Valentine's Day means chocolates and romance. For others it is a day to dread, because there is nobody around to hand them an overly sappy card or a box o...
Alanis Morissette has a song called Incomplete. When I first wrote about it I called it one of the most beautiful things I had come across, and I meant it.
The song is ab...
When Gray was three, he and I raced Gord and Spenser home from the hockey arena. We got there first.
I was delighted. "Look, Gray, we won! We're the winners, and your dad...
There are many kinds of love. Romantic love, friendship, family, compassion. All of them matter in their own way.
In February the shops would have you believe there is on...
