The lineup to snag a taxi outside Santa Maria Novella train station stretches from the regular cab stalls beyond the station's main doors. Just one of many scenes of chaos generated by the one-day tra...
Sometimes, my wife says I am stubborn and impatient. Fortunately, she did not add judgmental because that would be just stupid! Once I was participating in some leadership event focusing on the n...
Like an unexploded grenade, the question popped up innocently enough in my inbox. What will be your guiding principles during the coming year? A quick retort accompanies my hand reaching for...
Our eight-year-old granddaughter Grace carries a gene I do not possess - an interest in fashion. She wants to learn to sew. At the fates allow, Grandma’s friend Jacquie, an excellent seamstress, ...
Caleb and I sit by the window in McDonalds, looking out at those who use the safe injection site in downtown Victoria. We haven’t connected for a few weeks so the conversation ranges over m...
Hope is a big deal for me. Two reasons. One is a son whose continues to battle opioid addiction and for whom this season does not seem to hold much light. Grandchildren are the other. Both ...
I don’t know if this story is true, if I dreamt it or wished it into being. But I know the imagery arose during a conversation with my son, Caleb, about the rough patch ahead in his quest to be free o...
“I don’t feel like I belong.” It has taken me a long time to appreciate the power of that statement of Caleb’s. For many years, I downplayed the volcanic power of this cry because I confused...