Not the only gays in the Irish village!
County Clare, Ireland. Saturday, October 6 plan: 1. Ride the 350 bus to the Cliffs of Moher. 2. Enjoy spectacular views along the Wild Atlantic Way.…
Guided along a spiral path
Our Saturday in Dublin dawned without a hint of the magic about to unfold. LW and I made coffee, ate our Dunnes store breakfast of bread,…
For the novel not yet written
This morning I rolled out of bed, grabbed a pen and blank paper, lit the fire, poured a coffee, and wrote a novel. Okay, I didn’t…
We are not the only one
I receive a poem by email every morning. I don’t always read them. Some days poetry seems like a frill. Or maybe it’s just the wrong…
My life in John Prine song titles
Remember when Facebook was less about motivational memes and advertising and more about sharing fun stuff with friends? This post came up as a memory of…
A light on the path forward
A dozen years ago, I took a web publishing class at the University of Victoria. A gifted teacher named Jason Dewinetz was tasked with the formidable…
What sound does a longing heart make?
Like millions of others, I’m stunned this morning. My heart aches for my American friends who worked so hard to keep today’s reality from happening. I…
Everything possible
One of the luckiest things that happened to me when I came out in 1992 was that a friend referred me to a therapist who sang…
Rumi showed up in last Tuesday’s mail, twice
Out here in the bush we pick up our mail once a week, on Tuesdays, when LW drives into town to deliver eggs. It’s always an…
Legendary immortal
I wasn’t going to post about David Bowie because what could I possibly say that isn’t being said already, this very minute, from every direction. And…