“It builds character.” These words of encouragement, long-favoured by well-intentioned relatives and friends, cycled endlessly in my mind as I sat behind my faux-wood desk in my soon-to-be-former cubicle on the west side of the fourteenth floor of Gulf Canada Square in suddenly not-so-opportunity-filled Calgary. I was numb.
Only one month has passed and I’m already having a serious problem with one of my resolutions. Before you comment, no, I have not eaten any chocolate. That resolution, rather shockingly, has been going terrifically. I remain focused on succeeding at it and even if I were to succumb to the slightest temptation, my two […]
They are pathetic things really, only two feet tall, if I’m being generous, and kind of crooked. Some with too many leaves, others with too few and all completely barren of anything remotely resembling an ear of corn. Twelve stunted reminders that sweet corn just doesn’t grow on prairies like does back home.
Before the last sticky globule of partially chewed Corn Flakes found its way to my startled stomach, I bolted from the kitchen table, grabbed my backpack, squeezed the side of the bag to make sure my ball glove was inside, and slung it over my shoulders.
Like seemingly everyone else, I too went through an Antiques Roadshow addiction a few years ago. I’d watch breathlessly as everyday people would shuffle forth with their family heirlooms and flea market discoveries each hoping they were in possession of a rare, miracle find worth tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars. Most would […]