They say to fix a problem you have to first admit you have one. A year ago, I finally admitted that my e-mail…
When I was younger, I started trekking mountains. One day my mum said to me “only stupid people…
On a blustery cold November night in St. John’s, Newfoundland seventeen years ago, a small black kitten strayed into the shelter of my…
This month marks the six-year anniversary of when two friends (Niall Brown, Mike Mannion) and I…
There’s nothing like staring out over the ocean in Newfoundland. Oftentimes, it is a stark landscape of sea-battered rocks, salt spray stinging your face and a fierce wind howling around your ears. On rare occasions the fog bank that hovers menacingly to the east gets pushed even farther…
“Some say that no one ever leaves Montreal, for that city, like Canada itself, is designed to preserve the past, a past that happened somewhere else.” — Leonard Cohen
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It’s not often that I am on a bus these days where the passengers thank the driver. This morning I happen to be sitting on the bus to Toronto Airport when after the bus driver’s welcome announcement, the entire bus of about 20 people, unexpected by me, let loose with a…