Lessons from the Lake — Several years ago, a dear friend of mine and mentor, Lillian Blakey, gifted me a painting. I have marvelled at the way Lillian paints water in all of its moods. It used to hang in our living room in our old house, facing north. I would stare at it while…

First it was one little bed. Then it was a little bed and a crib. Then it was two little beds. And then it was one big bed. And now it is only boxes.

Sometimes I wondered if they still loved each other Because I had a skewed sense of what love is What love means Because we have been told of fireworks And passion And adventure But love is far deeper than these things Love is knowing that even when the brain tires And the grey matter transforms into white noise still… He reaches across Touches her leg She gently holds his hand and in that moment he transforms from child

There is something that happens at the end of August The fruit once vibrant in colour, scent, taste Rescinds into itself and contracts with lack of nourishment — less sun, less warmth The leaves begin to turn Many leave the city trying to hold onto the last moments of summer but we know it is a fruitless pursuit The fall is knocking and the silent carpet of winter is on the way This is the time of year that my birthday lies

i sit outside in my backyard which soon won’t be my backyard

Years ago I lost a student. She had been ill but I never thought it would happen…it broke me. The day before she passed, there was a run at our school and she had had a seizure a few days before and couldn’t run. Each time she had a seizure…

What does it really mean? — As each injustice takes hold we see organizations apologizing and often professing regret for those that came before — those who caused the harm. Perhaps there has been some level of accountability but accountability can be defined so broadly. What I have learned is that it should be defined and…

It was a week ago, or maybe three months ago… — Relaying any story seems to start like that…it happened a couple weeks ago, or maybe a few months ago…I am still not sure. Time has lost its meaning. We are almost at a year since the Pandemic started in this part of the world and many of us have been…

In a world where there is no such thing as neutral —