Old Friends

My friend Darrell met me for lunch in the parking lot of the Roberto Clemente museum, in the Lawrenceville section of Pittsburgh, two…

Nobody Knows Where This Is Going

Last Sunday we saw the sun. And since that’s rare in Vancouver from November to March, we obviously jumped on the occasion.

Because nothing was planned in advance, we simply decided to dust off the bikes and the child seat and go for a ride along…

The Okra Paradox

The moment I came into the shop, Mr Hossein beamed a big smile at me. We got the freshest the greenest, the tastiest okra just arrived from Kenya by air freight this very morning, he said, wagging his head left and right merrily.

A Passerby

You were the vision

Of that which I desired,