-
Continue reading →: Thankful For Teachers: A personal account of the first day of schoolI remember the first day of school. It was always a bittersweet endeavor. I hated that the freedom of long summer nights was over, but I reveled in the joy of reconnecting with my best-friends day over day. My very best friend, Drew, always came to school the same way;…
-
Continue reading →: Saying Goodbye: A Night in CalgaryIt’s 03:30 a.m., and I lay awake in a strange room. Nothing that surrounds me is familiar. The dark that blankets this space feels less like a call to rest, and more that of a void where pained thoughts flourish. It’s strange how loud one’s mind can be in the…
-
Continue reading →: New PODCAST EpisodeEpisode 246: Zellers: …and Memories of Spilled Milk. https://youtu.be/dR7bvryoy20
-
Continue reading →: The Importance Of Being Grateful For The Present Moment In TimeFour thousand weeks; does that sound like a lot to you? It doesn’t to me. Let’s break it down a bit further — four thousand weeks is equal to seventy-six years, eight months, two weeks, two days, eleven Hours, thirty-three minutes and nineteen Seconds. Sorry, eighteen… seventeen… sixteen… okay, you…
-
Continue reading →: The Humorous Tale of Dr. Foster: A Paramedic StoryHaving been a paramedic for almost fifteen years, I was exposed to all manner of things. Not all of those experiences were of the gross, nasty and vile. Some were outright hilarious — subjective and respectfully speaking — of course. But in the off-chance that you may find this humorous,…
-
Continue reading →: One Summer, A Shopping Cart, And Two Stupid Kids: What Could Possibly Go Wrong?“By way of fate, there were no vehicle ahead or behind us, so we maneuvered the cantankerous jalopy into place and pushed toward the intercom. Once close, I pressed the play button on the boombox and slowly raised the volume. The muffled sounds of motor began to emit through the…
-
Continue reading →: Remembering Colin Wilmot: A Friend Lost to The War in AfghanistanCoins twinkling like stars rested on the fountain floor beneath the water. Symbols of tossed wishes and hopeful dreams. I too had a wish and a dream, but I held no coins nor any illusion that my plea would ever be answered. It is in fact a wish that I…
-
Continue reading →: Why I’m proud to be Canadian: A love letter to my homeland“This is not a peculiar place. It’s not ambiguous nor generic. This place — Canada — the land of mountains, prairies, grains and cowboys, indigenous beauty and a humble people is… home.”
-
Continue reading →: How To Celebrate Father’s Day When You Don’t Have A FatherNot all dad’s are created equal…
-
Continue reading →: How I Met Your Mother: The Story of How My Friend and I Ended Up In New York Drinking With Carter Bays, and Craig Thomas“…and that, kids, is how I met your mother. kind of…”






