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Budapest in spring wakes you a like a lover, one finger of sunlight dragged down a sleep warmed cheek, a sigh of lilac breath in your ear…

…and then, one morning, you wake up and realize that you are living the very best days of your life. Right now. The struggle of getting…

What it’s really like to take a road trip to Maasai Mara

Nov. 12, Samburu, Kenya…

“School” starts tomorrow at our house. This is our first year with only one student. Hannah is in her last year at Queen’s. Fitz is…

Can I tell you something in confidence? It’s not that it’s a secret, and it’s also not like no one knows, but it’s not something I’ve been…

Twice this week I’ve gotten the question from parents angst ridden about the negative experiences their kids are having in school. We’re…

“You know… in six months I’ll only have one kid left in my house,” I mused to the CEO, as we talked about the close of 2017 and the New…

Or, boobs before breakfast

Have you noticed the cultural dichotomy around heroism lately? The two newsworthy stories that come to mind are the human chain formed by…

A Eulogy for the Greatest of Grandmothers

My Dad is a teacher. He hasn’t taught in a classroom since I was a tiny child, and it’s not that kind of teaching that I mean anyway. He’s…

The clouds are low and heavy over Quebec this morning. The drizzly rain is a contrast to the brilliant blue of the Rocky Mountain sunshine…

On attending a drowning in Laguna de Apoyo, Nicaragua

Reflections in advance of the Women’s March in Washington DC

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May I call it a political crisis?

I grew up in the era of The Tragically Hip as local boys. A garage band. A bar band. A new discovery. Their rocket lit for stardom and they…

“Dad, you should really step out of your mud boots for the picture!” I chuckled.

The sun came over the horizon this morning in a hot pink flamenco dress spangled with gold sequins, pounding the rhythm of life into the…

Imagine with me, if you will, a world in which men rule supreme.

Like every other American I know, I’m sick of this year’s political circus. I’m sick of it, and I’m embarrassed by it. This, my friends, is…

I’m writing this surfing the black ribbon of Highway 401 in eastern Ontario, headed for Quebec, Canada. The Man is at the wheel and my 8…