The most excellent epic Ottawa River summer bicycle bridge tour
Here's a great family activity to explore Ottawa and Gatineau on your bike
Alexandria Bridge, Ottawa-Gatineau. Photo: Robert Linsdell [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons
MOM, YOU AND I went for a bike ride. All the way downtown. We explored the bridges over the Ottawa River. We crossed the Alexandria Bridge, which was built in 1900. The cyclist-pedestrian portion of the bridge deck is wood. It sounded like a . . .
You're living the dream, right?
A poem
Image: Ken Crawford [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons
You're living the dream, right?
what is it as I get older
time passes faster
summer solstice
days begin to shorten
sweat glistens
humid dreams
sticky hardwood
dance in a sprinkler
joy in a splash
run on a pitch
what is it as I get older
time passes faster
i will be stronger [K'naan]
. . .
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What's the etiquette on cheering your kids in a sports blowout?
To celebrate or not, that is the question
Image by Damon Nofar from Pixabay
A steady breeze cooled our pores on a beautiful, sunny June day at Millennium soccer park in Ottawa.
My son's U-12 soccer team was playing in the U-13 bracket of the Ottawa TFC Capital Cup soccer tournament. Their third round-robin game of the day. Off to a quick start, my son's team . . .
Posted in: cheeringcompetitionsoccersports
I can appreciate now what my grandfather taught me
Grandpa helped me realize it's vital to appreciate life's simple pleasures
Image by A. Debus from Pixabay
This essay also appeared in The Globe and Mail.
I relish the quiet of a predawn run. I focus on the cadence of my footfalls, breathe the crisp morning air.
I pass the local technical college and notice an older gentleman, leaning on a pillar. He sports glasses; his frame, slight, thin; grey hair . . .
How a chat about sardines took me off autopilot
Costco is a great place to people-watch and slow down a bit
Image by Lola Rudolphi from Pixabay
Every time I go to Costco I feel like an ant.
Thousands of us descend upon our local big-box store every day, find parking spots, grab shopping carts in orderly fashion. Forage for food, inspect labels, fill carts. As if with a collective consciousness, we pick up on cues, movements, stay in . . .
Posted in: autopilotcostcofriendlinesssardines
Confession of a Grade 8 bully
We are all capable of horrible and beautiful things
Image by Dean Moriarty from Pixabay
I remember Mike from my Grade 8 class. He had a spiky, longer brush cut. His front teeth stuck out slightly. It was 1986. Bryan Adams and Corey Hart were big. So were the Beastie Boys.
Now, kids being kids (that's no excuse!), Mike got teased. Someone gave him a not-too-nice nickname and it . . .
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My brother is turning 43—I miss him dearly
My kids remind me of my little bro and myself
I still enjoy seeing my boys walk down the street to catch their school bus. I don't need to accompany them, but I love to sneak a peek from our picture window as they waddle to their stop. I imagine their conversations. Sometimes they jostle, punch each other playfully. Sometimes they race to the end of the street. I can't help but . . .
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