“The wind is never for the sailor who knows not to which port he is bound.”- Og Mandino” — My feet are so small. I have to run fast all the way down the hall. I have to find Dad. I have to hurry. I have to be fast. I know Dad will have it. Dad always has what I need. I can’t see! Why won’t my tears fall…

A family Christmas tradition of time and magic — “Papa? How old are you?” He looked down at me and smiled. “How old do you think I am, Sam?” I listened to the crunch of the fresh snow under my snowshoes as Papa and I made our way along the trail to “Old Lake.” I had been to Old…

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4 Sticky sweet songs full of good vibes and charm — It finally arrived last week — blessed, beautiful heat. The thermostat was stuck just below the 30°c mark, and I was driving my kiddo to another night of hockey camp (we are still in Canada). Then as I turned onto the main boulevard, we had the windows down and the…

With their heads in the clouds, scientists push the boundaries until they break. — “Umberto, please! I’m begging you to wait!” But even as she made her plea, Dr. Theresa Alcott knew there was no turning back. The deep delta waves thrummed through the facility like the heartbeat of a beast they should never have sought, let alone provoked and awoken. The four scientists…

A poignant coming-of-age tale about adolescence and finding the balance between public statements and private declarations. — “Hey, Dad, is it okay if I interrupt you for a minute?” I swung my chair around from this laptop and smiled. “Of course. What’s up, kiddo?” “Well, you know how you keep giving me books that you think are important for me to read?” We had recently finished and…

A sensory slate in a poetic life — Sins seeped away from the bones beneath Grains of oblivion shake from the roots above Crawling from her belly to smell of burnt leaves Tasting rusted apples from the memory of teeth The tickle of morning grass across the pores of new skin Dew drops are sugar kisses on searching lips Tunneling…

Focused on what’s ahead of him sends a man into a collision with his past. — The smell of a charcoal grill and seared meat floating in the early evening air skipped across my nose, returning hunger pangs from my stomach to my lips. The remainder of my shopping excursion would have to wait; food became an unshakeable need. Crossing the cobblestone plaza of the arts…