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last breath

  On my birthday in August of 2009 my dad was taken to the hospital because he was talking gibberish. He was making little sense, like he was drunk or worse. A day or so later we learned that his lungs were utterly exhausted from the many years of heavy smoking and...

he wants a dad not a coach

  I had a chance to take my son to his first Toronto Maple Leafs game last night. It was an unbelievable evening, filled with a lifetime of memories, and a five – nothing shutout, is nothing to sniff at either. But the day turned out to be more than a lopsided hockey...

standards of measurement

  Our perverse desire to measure our lives, comes from a very deep sense of restlessness. It seems to come from the baser part of our human nature. Leaving us broken and defeated, while the victor, satisfied, for the moment at least, takes his bow. In time, the...

quiet insignificance

  Our lives are full of quiet insignificance. Moments, that we just don’t take much time to notice. Flashes that seem to come and go, so effortlessly, so easily, and so quickly. Quiet moments. Sometimes, loud moments. Chaotic moments. Insignificant moments. We would...

life happens when you are making other plans

  As human animals, we have a unique habit of projecting ourselves into the future. An amazing trick really. We are trained to imagine ourselves in the future, yet can shape our lives in the present, according to our new direction. We are all very capable of seeing...

Pawn to E4

  I am not the autumn moon, Chris Cornell sang in I am the Highway, I am the night. The night, not the moon. The highway, not the rolling wheels. But what are you? The autumn moon or the infinite night? The one seems stuck in a gravitational orbit that pins her to...