2022 March

We need water like we need air

2022-03-20T00:02:06-04:00March 19th, 2022|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , |6 Comments

We thirst. I was reminded of it in a recent email from a Hamilton friend in Nigeria. He shared how during dry season it’s hard to find clean water, whether in towns and cities or for the masses living in bush areas. He said it as plainly as anyone can. “Water is life.” It is. We need water

2022 February

What “living with it” looks like

2022-03-07T13:28:32-05:00February 26th, 2022|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , |4 Comments

It was on the streets of Uganda with shoppers scurrying to beat the rain when the masked woman with the colourful umbrella passed me, or I passed her, a moment, like 10 million others, that would already be forgotten if not for my handy phone camera. Later, in Kampala, reading a recent

2022 February

Love and all its absurdities

2022-02-27T23:35:50-05:00February 12th, 2022|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , |2 Comments

Today, with Valentine’s rounding the corner, let’s talk about love and insanity. First, under the heading, “Everything I’ve Learned In Life, I’ve Learned From My Teenagers,” let me say that there are never a lack of new and exciting lessons. “You know, Dad,” my eldest said recently. “Don’t

2022 February

Back to school at last — in Uganda

2022-03-07T13:27:36-05:00February 5th, 2022|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , |16 Comments

You’re riding on the back of a boda boda, not the safest place on the planet. Paul manoeuvres the motorcycle through some wild traffic while you talk about the school lockdown that’s finally over in this East African nation. “Are you happy?” you ask. “So much,” says Paul, and laughs. It’s a

2022 January

Our life isn’t meant to be safe

2022-01-16T09:54:33-05:00January 15th, 2022|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , |3 Comments

So here we are in a shiny new year – Happy New Year, by the way – and what comes to mind but the darn cemetery. It’s a fine cemetery, really, historic and beautifully-terraced and a refreshing morning walk. Most mornings I’m there with the dog. There we go through the park, past the rink