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..
Escaping the rough by choosing the right club In 1964, when I was 12 years old, our family moved from Georgetown to London Ontario. This permanent change of scene came as a devastating blow, complete with the typical leaving behind of school and friends, entailing the requisite adjustment to a new, bigger city culture. In..
Fête nationale française le 14 juillet 2026 : Vive la Révolution ! Retour sur la prise de notre Bastille en 2023… et aujourd’hui Bastille Day, July 14, 2026: Vive la Révolution! Looking back on the storming of our Bastille in 2023…and today The English version of this very short sketch immediately follows the French. ..
The Ottawa Hospital has permanently closed the temporary emergency overflow area at its General Campus, unofficially known as “the garage.” But not before this holding pen became an indelible part of our nightmarish cancer story. On April 30 of last year, when Anne and I celebrated our 46th anniversary of conjugal life by..
Take this waltz: It’s yours now. It’s all that there is. The vast majority of survivors of a dearly departed spouse are afflicted by certain regrets. One regret that gnaws at my soul as I lie sleepless at night is that I never took Anne dancing. Why? I was the world’s worst, most embarrassing..
Miles for Millions and the Brain Tumour Walk In 1968, when I was in Grade 12 at Oakridge High School in London, Ontario, there was a special event that attracted many friends and classmates, namely Miles for Millions, a popular charity walkathon designed to raise funds for international development and combat poverty and hunger in..
“Intake”* or the perils of maintaining a vigorous appetite when ravaged by brain cancer I hand feed Anne all her meals now, since she’s nearly totally paralyzed, due to the ravages wreaked by her brain cancer (glioblastoma). Being a caregiver in this moment brings a mix of heartbreak and tenderness. There’s a sharp ache..
Anne is Real Butter Back in the fabulous fifties and swinging sixties, Canadians were all but commanded to cast aside their beloved butter in favour of margarine – this so-called “modern marvel” that promised thrift, health, and, if you squinted hard enough, a resemblance to butter. But in its original form, margarine looked as appetizing..
Kindred connections: The timeless bond of cousins for Anne and me Cousins hold a truly unique place in our hearts – often the first friends we have in life, they bridge family ties and share in our joys and burdens with a special understanding born of shared history. In times of hardship, like the..
Ramblings on January 25 to celebrate Robbie Burns’ Birthday Every year, on January 25th, the Scottish people, including the Scottish diaspora, celebrate Burns’ Night. This is the night where Scots highlight the life and works of Robert Burns, a poet and lyricist, and arguably one of Scotland’s most notable figures. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-burns In my..