Just the right words

It’s the night before I do a clown turn at the Red Nose Cabaret.  I’ve been fretting about it for the last couple of days.  Will I be funny?  Will I be focused?  Will I be open to failure? Clowning is like riding a unicycle.  You have to flirt with losing your balance and falling…

My Friend George

It was the first day of classes in Grade Four and Mrs. Korb asked John Hazel and me to stand up. She wanted us to be “buddies” with the new kid, George Snider. I turned and looked over to the red-faced kid with the bowl hair cut and big teeth. To be fair, he looked…

Tick, Tock…

Last Friday, I stayed after work an extra 45 minutes. I was chatting with my friend, Mike, and the conversation was on a roll. It was one of those conversations that are usually fuelled by alcohol, although this one was not. We talked about life, friends, family, mortality and things we wanted to do “one…

Sucker-punched by Loss

What is the time frame to get over the loss of someone you love? Is there a point where you say it doesn’t hurt anymore? My brother passed away 27 years ago; he was only 22 years old. I often think of the life he missed out living; so many things he never got to…