Canadian graffiti
We saw this example of “tagging”, as the kids call it, on the way to the park. It’s deeply disturbing that my daughter has to see stuff like t...
Author: Reay
Sleepy squirrel?
This little guy has been about six feet away from my daughter’s window for over half an hour now. He seems to be all right–breathing and moving arou...
In search of some digital privacy
I use Gmail, and have for maybe a couple of decades, or whenever it became common enough that its initial, exclusive invite-only clique had run its course and t...
National Day of Unplugging
My wife and I were a bit surprised when our daughter announced after school this past Friday that it was National Day of Unplugging between Friday at 6pm and Sa...
More reading, less counting
For the last couple of years, I’ve been not only tracking and posting what books I read from month to month, but also keeping an annual count those books....
The mental relief of a good book
As I’d mentioned previously, I get a daily newsletter for free and cheap ebooks for my Kobo e-reader. It’s something I really should stop, because w...
‘Je ne sais quoi’ doesn’t last
I’m a sucker for books. My wife foolishly still leaves me unattended in book stores sometimes, and the result is almost always me ending up with a book or...
Catnip for writers
I’m like most writers I’ve heard of, in that I can’t get enough stationery. Yes, I’d love new index cards or a notebook or pencils or pe...
Happy Valentunes Day
My wife is a teacher in the provincial Catholic board, and as one of her many self-imposed duties, has taken it upon herself over the decades to introduce her s...