My head spins and my stomach aches as I stare at the screen. The news keeps flowing and the world keeps spinning. I want to make sense of it all. But I can’t. Our neighbour to the south is now being run by what is referred to as an oligarchy. The billionaires have taken full control. Donald J Trump continues to change the way the United States fundamentally treats its citizens and the rest of the world. The list of...
Read moreBarrman stood at the top of the world staring at the slowly rotating T’s on the T-bar as they wound their last turns on the bullwheel. A lump formed in his chest as he waited for T’-bar to stop moving. Cheers erupted from the waiting crowd when the cable slowed to a stop and the ski season came to an end. Time stood still for that brief second as Barrman scanned the slopes below. Refelections of powder joy filtered through...
Read moreI woke up and stared out the glass doors of my friend’s condo. Snow blanketed the slopes of Big White Ski Resort, at least ten centimetres of light fluffy powder lay atop the railings of his deck. Millions of light snowflakes descended from the heavens, filling my view with a scene of a winter wonderland. A surge of excitement filled my being as I scurried to get ready for what was sure to be one of the last epic days...
Read moreTariff. A word that, until recently, I’d barely ever heard. Now, it’s on everyone’s lips. And on the lips of the Orange president more than anyone else. I’ve resisted blogging about Donald Trump. I’ve been too upset at everything that has occurred in the last six months since it became clear that he would be re-elected to the office of President of The United States that I’ve barely blogged at all. Here I am, finally rattling away at my keyboard, Read more…
Pain. So. Much. Pain. It happened so fast. Button felt great, and the turns on snow linked together in a joyful dance. His vacation had just begun, and he was feeling his legs in sync as he sped down the mountain. Then it happened. One second, he was skiing down Powder Gulch toward Sleepy Hollow. He made the turn, then came the collision. It was a body slam like none he’d ever experienced. Or expected. Then came the pain. He Read more…
Fear and loathing in Canada. It’s the term that comes to mind in the wake of Donald Trump’s heavy-handed tariff threats against Canada. I’m still shocked that the United States returned a man like Trump to the highest office in the land. Although, I shouldn’t be that surprised. For anyone who hasn’t been paying attention at the time of this writing, Donald Trump has attacked Canada and claimed that we need to secure their borders from fentanyl and illegal immigration Read more…
Does anyone else have trouble getting rid of stuff? Do you find it difficult to part with things you’ve bought even though you never use them? Because maybe one day you will use it? I sold my camper and truck. It was a difficult process, I went through a plethora of emotions. Regret, fear, excitement and anxiety. Am I selling it too cheap? Is it in good condition? Is it a fair deal for both of us? The truck was Read more…
La Belle Province. Quebec is a beautiful place, and this trip left very little doubt about how beautiful it can be. In Montreal, the architecture was an amazing dichotomy of eras – old-world brick and sandstone in the shadow of new glass highrises created a stylish blend of centuries. If you could get rid of the traffic, it would be perfect. But that goes for almost every big city these days. I had a safety course in Montreal so my Read more…
It was just over a week ago that Kevin Falcon arbitrarily pulled the plug on the political ambitions of 93 BC United Party candidates for the upcoming provincial election. Some people might not feel it was arbitrary given the polls which indicated they were doomed for defeat. It certainly was unprecedented. And very undemocratic. Kevin Falcon finished what he started two years when he changed the name of the provincial Liberal Party to the BC United. He tore it down Read more…
I stared into my daughter’s room, a knot formed in my throat as I thought back to all the times she smiled back at me. She sat on the floor and gathered her things, barely taking the time to see me there. This was the last time I’d see her as a child in her room. A child no more. Was it really the last time? It was not the last time ever, I was sure about that. Yet it Read more…