A day so quiet,you can hear the rustleof Frieda’s leashin fallen leaves,or children playingin the parkthree blocks away. These are days to remember,not the big promotionor the long commuteor what the price offurnace filters areat Walmartor Canadian Tire. These are the dayswhen fresh brewed coffeeand bagelstaste so much sweeterwhen shared
Author: Mark
Poetry
We Lose Sight
We lose sight of the horizonnavigatingthe crests and troughs of an angry seathat is our lifefrom first coffee to pajama time. We lose sight of the big pictureattendingto the details of little imagesthat at the end of daysmean nothing to our legacy. We lose sight of what’s importantstrivingto be one
Life
Climate Change Falls Upon Us
It’s been a dry summer here in Ottawa on Tundra, with sweltering heat. Even the leaves on the trees in the backyard began to curl early, falling on the lawn in their thirst. Autumn is usually a time of brisk mornings and warm afternoons, but this week we have seen
Words Worth
Hyperosmia Sometimes Stinks!
Do you have a heightened sense of smell? I do, and sometimes it can be a royal pain in the keester! Now I should say at the outset that, yes foul habit that it is, I am a smoker. Now you would think that smoking would just about kill your
Geekstuff
Gotta Have Music!
I am one of those people, you know the ones, that gets the odd looks in public (trust me nothing new to me) because we are constantly humming or singing to ourselves. Honest folks I am not totally crackers, though I have heard it helps in my business! I spend
Geekstuff
Chyrp Chyrp
There is nothing like busting it all week at work just to catch a ‘bug’ on your days off – ugh! So this weekend I toughed it out through bowling, dinner out (see ‘Haddicked’ in ‘Words That Should Be In The Dictionary‘), then boxing this morning only to spend most