My Mom had a great line when I was a little boy and people called me “Crippled” or “Freak”. She reminded me; “Labels Are For Jars, Son” It’s almost funny to me, and I do mean the essence of irony. In 1981, my yet to be recognized “life path” took me from an FM Radio..
I am going to get a bit personal here. I am a pretty sensitive person. It doesn’t take much to make me cry. Even commercials on television can do that. But today, I am sincerely moved by the opening ceremonies of “The Invictus Games” taking place in my beloved Canada and specifically, the awesome city..
If you are at all a follower of my blogs, you’d have noticed I haven’t written one since July 1st to celebrate Canada Day and our 150th Anniversary. Lots of people know we are at our cottage at Crystal Lake, Saskatchewan and since I can see the entire lake from my living room, I prefer..
If that headline doesn’t make you take notice, huh? But it is the truth! According to Celeste Orr, a PhD Candidate at the University of Ottawa in the Institute of Feminist and Gender Studies specializing in Disabiltiy and Intersex Studies (amazing this department even exists), people like me are peddling porn by achieving what we..
It has been a while since I posted a new blog and I offer no excuse as you could probably care less, although I’d love to think you do! I have had a fascinating couple of weeks and here I go being Canadian again…sorry if this sounds like boasting. Darlene and I (The life and..
I sometimes struggle with this blog. If you have been following it for a while, you’d know that I went through a “Ranting Phase” and it was exactly that…a rant, which of course is never “positive”! The trouble is, of course, always being “positive” can appear to be contrived and an avoidance of the negativity..