How lucky I am to be married to my wife
There was a cool breeze that day one May on the Thirsty Moose patio. Traffic whizzed by every now and then. My wife and kids had gone to the bathroom. I sat at the table with my mother-in-law.
She reminded me how lucky I am to be married to her daughter.
Yes, I am very fortunate. Thank you for raising such a wonderful person.
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It is possible to recover from mental illness
Find someone to trust. People will help
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IT IS POSSIBLE
It is possible to live a good life.
I know you may not think so right now. I know it's hard to even get out of bed sometimes, let alone hold down a job or raise a family, to even take care of yourself. You might even find it hard to look someone in the eye, . . .
About fathers, heroes, love and patience
Heroes don't need to fix things. They support their loved ones in their growth and healing
What I hope for you, maybe the greatest thing that a father can hope for his son, is that one day you will become a father yourself. And then you will know how much I truly love you.
– Henry Allen, to his son, Barry, in an episode of The Flash.
WHEN I THINK OF BEING A FATHER and everything that means, I also think of being . . .
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Take the time to consider time
We do more things. We have less time
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2020. A new year, a new decade. It sounds so futuristic to me! I remember when I was my older son's age, it was 1985. I was walking to school thinking what the world would . . .
Forgiveness is a powerful thing
I damaged a friendship beyond repair. Years later something wonderful happened
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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 . . .
This is where they used to live
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 . . .
A homeless man gave me the gift of perspective
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 . . .
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