A Crock of Schmidt is 3. The dreaded Terrible Twos are officially history, though any seasoned parent will assure you that the Threes are worse. My predominant impression of this anniversary, admittedly one that holds true for most milestones in my life these days, is an overwhelming sense of bewilderment that it is even possible. […]
And like that … (poof) … it’s gone. 2016 did its best Keyser Soze impression and disappeared a couple days ago and with it went the last seconds of my “great” resolution challenge. I put great in quotes because this challenge ended up being anything but. Then again, I didn’t forget about these resolutions completely […]
“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.
We have reached the midway point of the year 2016 and all I have to say about that is holy crapdoodle. It seems so unfair that once we finally reach adulthood, the glory land of our childhood desires, that time decides to put the hammer down and rush through this phase as quickly as possible. […]
This book, Terry Fallis’ latest, Poles Apart, had me in tears. Unfortunately those tears resulted from disappointment rather than the presumably preferred laughter, hardly the desired reaction by reader, of author, to a finalist of a major humour award such as The Leacock Medal. It’s been well over a week since I finished reading it […]