Us Them
Nope. That isn’t an error in the title. It’s intentional. What word would you put between those two words? The first thing that pops into my mind is us VERSUS them. Two parties on opposite sides, against each other. I don’t often think of us AND them. Two independent entities who can work together, oppose…
More. Or Less.
We’re all fungible. Replaceable. Basically commodities. Or so said a friend in the context of who was going to play in a pickleball game. I couldn’t argue. But it got me thinking. Aren’t we supposed to be unique and irreplaceable? So I asked myself, and I ask you, who’s irreplaceable to you? And to whom…
Revelations From The Pickleball Court
Pickleball is having its moment. Most people I speak to have either tried it or listened to a friend wax on about why it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread (sound familiar?). I’ve been playing regularly for about a year and love it. But this isn’t about pickleball. It’s about human nature with pickleball as…
My Code
Did you watch Dexter? He worked in forensics for the Miami Police Department. In his spare time he killed criminals who escaped justice. He used his code to determine if he should kill someone. My code is nothing like that. I watched a movie called Breaker Morant when I was a teenager. A line in…
How Far Would You Go?
[Note: I spent a lot of time thinking about whether or not to write this. So much has already been written on this topic. But in the end I decided to write it because I don’t want to remain silent. So here goes.] How far would you go? To protect your loved ones, that is.…
Everywhere, All the Time.
We’re friends, you and I. As close as can be. We share common values. We have common interests. We love spending time together. But there’s something you can’t see that I want you to know. I’m Jewish. “Are you kidding?!”, you’re probably saying. “You know I know that. We’re different religions, but we’re not religious.…
Gone Fishin’. In My Head.
Hi. It’s been a while. Are you still here? If you are, you’ve probably realized I don’t stick to a regular writing schedule. Why is that? First, because I only write when I have something to say, like now. Second, it takes me time to write. There are writers who say the words flow off…
Connections. Kindness. Compassion. And Love.
This is a story about love. And Cole. And me. And one of the ways in which I’ve changed since Cole died. It may also turn out to be a therapy session. Where to begin? My grandparents moved to Canada from Poland and Russia in the 1920s. Yes, we’re travelling all the way back to…
So How Are You?
I just called someone. I don’t know her very well, but she reached out and touched me in a special way so I wanted to thank her in person. She answered her phone with “Hello” and I said “Hi, How are you?” Pretty standard stuff. But when she tried to answer I thought I heard…
Golf, Michael & Cole
Golf the sport. Not golf a person like Michael or Cole. Golf is very important to me. It’s my favourite activity. I like it more than running or yoga or anything else. I started playing when I was about eight years old up in the Laurentians. There was a nine hole course across the field…
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