For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a great affinity for nonhuman life. On one summer trip to a cottage in northern Ontario (some time in the late 80s, if memory serves me right), my brother and I found an injured frog and, in our good nature, brought it home and attempted to …
We’ve been in this pandemic for over a year now. It’s been a year of challenges, some worse than others, and some far more desolate, as no two situations are exactly alike. Whether in the loss of lives or the loss of way of life, it has also been a time to grieve. Indeed, we’re …
If there’s one new year’s resolution we all need to make (again), it is to be more humble. We need to listen more, and speak less. See the strength in modesty. And resign our egos—or at least try to. Because the world depends on it. Most of our problems today are driven by what lies …
If there’s one new year’s resolution we all need to make, it’s to be more humble. We need to listen more, and speak less. See the strength in modesty. And renounce our egos—or try to. Because the world depends on it. Most of our problems today are driven by what lies opposite to humility: egotism, …
We have become complacent; and in our pursuit of happiness, we desire to be content above all else. I used to believe that judgment was something to be avoided, at least consciously so, in so much that I had no right to compare my losses to those of others; no right to judge my experiences …
An alternative title for this post went something like this: “Coping with Climate Change: What to Do When the World Begins to Burn.” That sounds pretty ominous, I know, and while I struggle to be a realist about our current circumstances, it is not my goal to inspire fear or despair. I do not believe …
In Back to the Future, a pivotal moment surrounds Marty McFly’s ability to cement his parents’ romance—in the past. His entire existence, his future, hinges on a single moment in time. Marty’s parents, George McFly and Lorraine Baine, fell in love at the ‘Enchantment Under the Sea’ Dance on November 12, 1955. This is when …
All metaphors aside, a black-and-white thinker I am definitely not. I remain dedicated to the grey, and happily so. Yet I live in a world of black-and-white thinkers, dichromatic dreamers, and the sort. That’s not entirely true of course. By no means am I alone out here in the grey. But let’s face it, there …