TRUST
There’d been several men doing work in the basement. Later in the evening, she did a quick inspection of the area. She noticed that one of the basement windows was unlatched. No one in her… Read More »TRUST
The Bookless Club
It’s just like a book club, only there’s no book and no club.
THE SOCIAL SCIENCE OF ICE CREAM CONES
There are few things more intimate. Few things are as revealing. You can play tennis with a virtual stranger. You can have dinner with an acquaintance. Many’s the relationship launched over coffee. Convening for drinks… Read More »THE SOCIAL SCIENCE OF ICE CREAM CONES
GOOD INTENTIONS GONE AWRY
My mom likes to cook. On our weekly trip to the public library, I’d peruse Nancy Drew mysteries while she’d rifle the Time Life cookbook series on world cuisines. She’d thumb through the pages of… Read More »GOOD INTENTIONS GONE AWRY
I CALL SHOTGUN
My right arm is pretty much totally out of commission. I have a giant bruise blossoming on my shoulder. My left arm has its own complaints. The wages of curiosity …. Tucked in off of… Read More »I CALL SHOTGUN
SHOES, ON OR OFF?
She raises her eyebrow and gives me the look. “What? What!”, I respond, exasperated. Wordlessly, she looks down at my shoes. Ahhh, yes. My shoes. My daughter isn’t registering her disapproval about my choice of… Read More »SHOES, ON OR OFF?
SWISS ARMY KNIVES
I’ve just discovered the magnifying app on my iPhone. You simply go to Settings, scroll down, slide right, face north, turn left and double click. Or triple click? Dead simple though it may be, there’s… Read More »SWISS ARMY KNIVES
CONVERTIBLES
Imagine you’re a director. You want to convey a sense of freedom, the sense of being released into wide, open spaces. In a quick series of shots you want to get one idea across. That… Read More »CONVERTIBLES
HITCHIN’ A RIDE
I’ve just read Echo Burning, my first Jack Reacher novel. You know how these things unfold: the incorruptible, enigmatic hero materializes to save the day and then – poof! – vanishes just as quickly. No… Read More »HITCHIN’ A RIDE
VANISHING VANCOUVER
Woodfibre. Remember that? It was a small pulp mill just Howe Sound and, even standing under the Birks clock at the corner of Georgia and Granville, when the wind whistled down the sound you’d be… Read More »VANISHING VANCOUVER
THE ALCHEMY OF COMPOST
It’s a little bit of backyard magic. A little bit of alchemy and thrift. And it’s one of the most responsible things you can do. I’m talking about compost. Turning what soil transformed into plants… Read More »THE ALCHEMY OF COMPOST