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Apr
2012
19

I’m never alone, I am writing because I always have you

Up until a few weeks ago, I was always observed while I was writing. Spock, my sixteen-year old cat, would sit at the window on the other side of the room, and if I looked over at him, he’d turn and stare at me. A couple of weeks ago, he took to coming over and pushing himself against my leg,…

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Feb
2012
29

Pirates, Karma, and Dropping out of the race

I had to stop. I couldn’t go any farther. I was 10 kilometres into a 26 kilometre run, in training for a full-marathon in May, and I stopped. My body was fine, I had no aches and pains, and I’d run a half-marathon the week before with no problems, but I stopped. It didn’t feel good. I was nauseous and…

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Jan
2012
25

Margaret Brown Feb. 23, 1913 – Apr. 1, 2002

Meg Brown never drank water. Well, I suppose she must have at some time, maybe when she was a little girl her mother forced her to, but for as long as I was around, and I knew her my whole life, she never did. She’d tell me that she didn’t like the taste. And, yes, when I told her that…

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Jan
2012
12

I turned out a punk

In 1979 I was fifteen years old living in small-town Canada, and a revolution was taking place. The only things that really matters when you’re fifteen and stuck between wanting to make a difference, and being different are music, girls, getting into trouble, and music. Yes, music was very important. Popular music in the mid-seventies was filled with gesticulating middle-aged…

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Jan
2012
5

New Beginnings

I have this theory that if we were sat down on January 1st each year, and told all the changes that were going to happen to us throughout the coming year, we’d probably says, “No thanks.” Really, I believe we would. If you think about the ups and downs and highs and lows and crashes and milestones that take place…

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