Facing the yawning abyss of solitude in the fall of my life It was a beautiful fall day in early October, 2023, when Anne and I were still living in Dijon, France. We were heading for Mâcon for a day trip, on a local train destined for Lyon. The train was an old..
Bug-Itis got a-hold on me …or don’t let the bedbugs bite About 400 years ago, when I was a student at Oakridge Secondary School in London Ontario, one of the major events of the institution’s social calendar was a yearly dance featuring a group called the Mandala, commonly referred to, for some unknown reason, as..
Avignon January 2024: A winter landscape and a bridge to nowhere There is a stark beauty to this winter landscape: Pared down. Bare bones. Hills swallowed by the mist. A bridge Cut off abruptly. Leading to nowhere. A river flowing to the sea. Here’s an eraser. Remove that man from the scene. In..