I damaged a friendship beyond repair. Years later something wonderful happened
This post contains course language, vulgarity and sexual references. Some readers may find certain passages offensive and/or distasteful.
SHE WAS A LOVELY PERSON AND FRIEND. But I had wrecked our friendship.
By no means was it intentional, she was more collateral damage than anything. Caught in the wake of my manic . . .
I wanted to stand in the same space my parents and brother used to, so I knocked on the door
The moment I stopped perceiving time as linear, a new world arose.
I jogged toward the little red bungalow. A man washed dishes behind the kitchen window, his silhouette bathed in dim fluorescent light.
This was my parents' home in the early 1970s, before I was born. Mom and Dad pointed it out to me a while ago. At the time, I . . .
I would love to stop feeding the consumerist orgy
"Are you ready for Christmas?"
I get asked this question often. I ask it, too. Around the holidays, it seems to be a run-of-the-mill inquiry, like "What's goin' on?" or "How are you?"
Christmas seems to be something we "do." We are busy "doers."
When I ask people how they're doing, a very common response is, "Good. Real . . .
We live in such a connected world, but sometimes I feel it's never been easier to be lonely
The door opened to a sidewalk of slush and grey skies. I exited the bus, negotiated my way around some hurried pedestrians, then crossed the road.
I saw him, sitting on his corner. Bank Street and Albert, downtown Ottawa.
Ruddy, pock-marked face, sandy-brown beard. And a smile that stretched from ear to ear. Many people walked . . .
A song dedicated to my first-born child
I promised my older son I'd write a song for him. I hope you like it as much as we do! Made with much love
YOU HELP ME STAND UP
I watch you walkin’ down the street
To catch the bus and all I see
Is a boy who’s full of hopes and dreams
A boy who’s full of life it seems
Now you used to hang off every . . .
Coach "Tri" always had my best interests at heart
Chris Triantafilou with University of Waterloo Warrior Football Defensive Backs, 1994
IN THE END, football was just a backdrop for the lessons we learned.
When I found out that Chris Triantafilou had passed suddenly from cancer on October 25, my heart sank.
Coach Tri (pronounced "Tree") was one of the most caring, thoughtful, . . .
How a simple 'hi' can brighten your day
A simple hello held the power to brighten my day.
I had picked up a prescription at my local drug store when a small child, maybe 4 years old, peeked out from behind his mother's leg. He smiled at me and said hello. I heard him speaking Mandarin earlier, so I smiled back and said "nǐ hǎo."
He laughed a coy but mischievous laugh, . . .