Details are Important

OK, so I will admit, I am not a detail person, and I mean that in a big way. I will look at things but I won’t see them. It might be days before I notice flowers on the table. I tend to live in the future. The expression, Stop and smell the roses was… Continue reading Details are Important

Naval Reserve – The Unicorn – PART II

… continued from the last post The bus would be leaving shortly. We didn’t have much time. I needed to make an executive decision. “Quick, find some white-out.” We found some liquid paper in one of the desks. I carefully painted over the unicorn’s manhood. It wasn’t a perfect match to the white background but… Continue reading Naval Reserve – The Unicorn – PART II

Naval Reserve – The Unicorn – PART I

I had twenty years service with the Naval Reserve. Over the years I held various positions and had some amazing experiences and opportunities. It was all good. Twenty-six years ago I was involved in a project that had my unit working closely with another military organization. The project took place over the winter, and it… Continue reading Naval Reserve – The Unicorn – PART I

When I Grow Up

When I Grow Up Recently, I had the opportunity to spend time in a grade four classroom. The afternoon finished with me reading to the students. I was seated in the corner and they were gathered around, seated on foam mats. The book made reference to fossils. One of the girls put her hand up.… Continue reading When I Grow Up

Happy Birthday Dad

Today is my father’s birthday. This would have been his 100th. It has been twenty-five years since he left us. I miss him. I’m the youngest of three brothers. I recall my parents telling me that they were actually hoping for a girl when I was born. I appreciated their honesty. As my father said,… Continue reading Happy Birthday Dad

Similar but not the Same

Andrea, a friend and former colleague, recently shared this story with me. She had been out of the school for a week. The following conversation took place after her return. Grade 9 boy: “Mrs. L, why do you have a bong on your desk?” Andrea: “A bong?” “Yeah, a bong.” “I have a bong on… Continue reading Similar but not the Same

Under Pressure

My university rugby coach was the head of the English Department. He was a published author and wrote poetry. My favourite expression of his was, Charge forth with reckless abandon. He often used words we didn’t understand but we always knew his meaning. One spring, we were getting ready for the club’s annual tour to… Continue reading Under Pressure