I woke up this morning and realized that it’s time to run for American president again. I get this urge, like a recurring rash, every four years or so. I’d been at a New York wedding, then kept driving and ended up in Massachusetts. The wedding joined a Canadian and American, like a
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I’ll never eat Grace, my dog, for Thanksgiving. And while this seems too wild to even think about, sometimes you can’t state things too clearly in what is the crazy parade of life. In 2024 it was the cats and so-called single cat-ladies getting attention because of kooky
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My own view is that misbehaving books are like misbehaving kids. You can banish them to some corner away from others, but that might create a larger distraction. It’s on the radar because today finishes Banned Books Week in the U.S., that neighbour with cultural sway over us. Two
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Today let’s talk about motorcycles. And the children in the nearby schoolyard. The ones who run and jump and scream and laugh and do what children do. I hear them when I open the front door. School is back. I wish they all had motorcycles, or at least a long ride on the back
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Lately I’ve been thinking about being a billionaire. Billionaires sometimes jump off tall buildings after cutting their kids from the will. Read John Grisham’s novel “The Testament” for more on this. No, the billionaire life isn’t for everyone. When it comes to money and work and these
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One day early this summer my teenage son asked to host a party. Friends from camp lived far away, so they’d stay overnight, he explained. How many for the party? “Not many,” he told me. “About 30.” “Uhuh,” I said. “And the overnight? “Not many,” my dear boy repeated. “About 15.”
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Today let’s talk about friendship. And hobbits. You know hobbits. Short. Stout. Big, hairy feet. Colourfully-dressed, fun-loving, pipe-smoking lovers of food and drink. Living in the shire in homes with round doors. And courageous, they are, beyond measure. Consider Frodo Baggins and his dangerous journey.
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There are few things as enjoyable to me as a good photograph, especially in summer. My eldest recently brought back a fine photo from Paris. She was visiting a childhood friend, a British girl she knew while growing up in Uganda. So there he is, this photographed gentleman, an older
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