Yearly Archives: 2018

2018 October

The sacredness of the moment

2018-10-07T11:16:44+00:00October 7th, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

She was a friend and it was her funeral and we were reminded how life is little more than a fleeting mist. Moments of her life were shown. Photos. There she is — her name is Wendy — as a young girl. Later, a graduate. Then Wendy the writer and editor, the years I knew her. I found her to be a thinking person who laughed easily

2018 September

On dreams, flying and Aslan’s country

2018-10-07T11:13:06+00:00September 15th, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

I had a dream the other night, an outrageous foray into the sublimely bizarre. I was fighting a gorilla. He wore glasses, which, funny enough, looked like mine. I stood in the cleft of a rockface, and had a motorcycle in my shoulder bag. I was going to ride away, fly, somehow. Crazy for sure. Our dreams are such a mystery.

2018 September

I am Dards, the lost rock star

2018-10-01T09:08:27+00:00September 1st, 2018|Categories: Newspaper columns|Tags: , , |0 Comments

So I was recently getting my passport renewed when I was mistaken for a lost rock star.  “Are you the long lost Beatle?” I was asked by a passport attendant who noticed my Beatles T-shirt. “No,” I said. “But I can see why you’d think so, because even when I appear lost I still carry myself like a cool and laid-back rocker.

2018 August

Bread and wine with the neighbours

2018-10-05T20:05:10+00:00August 11th, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , |5 Comments

It was a long time ago and a ridiculous day. I went for a sleepover. “Chris has invited you,” I was told by the grownups around me. So with my pyjamas and such, I walked some distance to my friend’s house. Chris wasn’t home, so I sat and waited. His sister looked at me like I was from Mars. I waited.

2018 July

The summer my family made the news

2018-07-15T17:02:19+00:00July 14th, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , |10 Comments

So, it's my 50th, that time to remember. And celebrate. No, not that 50th. Not my 50th birthday. That day came and went three years ago today. It was something else. On that day, the children – God bless them – decided to crack open their savings, walk to a local party store

2018 June

Take your shoes off. Read a book.

2018-07-15T16:57:08+00:00June 23rd, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , |4 Comments

My children get a kick out of it, my barefooted ways. I just don’t like to wear shoes. Even when I drive. Too many years in Africa, I suppose. Now that it’s summer, all the more. It reminds me of our relationship with books. There’s a holiness there. Or there should be. But are we losing the sense of it? I think we are.

2018 June

Democracy? Meh.

2018-07-15T16:58:31+00:00June 2nd, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , |14 Comments

It was the other day, an ordinary day, a Saturday, when I voted. It was something. Really something. From my front door I walked to my advance polling station. Nobody harassed me on the way. I was met with kind greetings and smiles. Nobody had a gun. I didn’t even have my voter’s card, but a single piece of ID showed

2018 May

What if I had married the Queen?

2018-05-21T17:15:13+00:00May 19th, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

Long before the children’s mother came along, I wanted to marry Queen Elizabeth. Or Mrs. Clark. Or Dianne Blouin. Dianne was an angelic presence and the sister of my classmate Michael. She was 12, older by two full years and clearly out of reach. The best I could do was get a photo of Dianne.