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Last Father’s Day my daughter gave me a mug that she had painted at a local paint-your-own-ceramics place. It was vibrant and cool and had ladybugs made out of ...
Last Father’s Day my daughter gave me a mug that she had painted at a local paint-your-own-ceramics place. It was vibrant and cool and had ladybugs made out of ...
It’s Bike To School Week at my daughter’s school. They do that a couple of times a year, as our sometimes crazy Toronto weather allows for it. On the one hand, ...
I’ve encountered a couple of scams in the last two days that really stood out to me. It’s just weird to me that people try to pull stuff like this. First, I was...
I’ve been intending to quit Facebook for coming up on a year. Because, as the kids these days say, reasons…
I’ve long wanted to get into martial arts myself — I haven’t, for any number of reasons/excuses, although my brief dabble with a friend’s capoeira classes was r...
I believe since my last visit to the site, I’ve finished the first a themed short story collection. By “finish”, I mean I opted more to leave it once it got up ...
It’s abundantly clear that I won’t be posting here regularly, let alone daily. At least not right now…
I was working on the "second draft" of my themed short story collection -- the quotes are because it's only technically a second draft, more accurately typing o...
I've got the same problem that so many creative types do: Too many ideas and not enough time to get to all of them. It happens to people with a laser-tight focu...
Welcome to my new website. It's been a long time coming, but I seem -- hope -- to have a better idea about what I'd like to do with it this time around, which s...