Taking Matters in Hand?

Growing up, my parents used many verbal expressions, several of which I still use today. For example, it was not uncommon for my father to say, “Boy, we’re finished shopping. Let’s bugger off and head home” or “That’s it for today. Let’s bugger off and get ready for supper.” Bugger off – it seemed like… Continue reading Taking Matters in Hand?

Matthew – Part I

Let me begin by saying that I have Matthew’s permission to share the following stories; in fact, I sought permission by communicating through his parents. I wanted their permission as well. I knew Matthew and his family before he started school. They continue to live not far from my home. He was one of the… Continue reading Matthew – Part I

A Call to Action

This event took place seven years ago. It was in a grade 9 classroom downstairs from my room. The teacher just happened to be a student of mine twenty years earlier. Two grade nine boys were presenting their video project to the class. The teacher was seated at her desk and a teaching assistant (TA)… Continue reading A Call to Action

Gramps?

I called my father’s parents Grampy and Nan. I never knew my mother’s parents, both having passed before I was born. My parents were know as Pop and Nan to their grandchildren. Three years ago, when my daughter first told me she was pregnant, I started to give thought as to what I wanted to… Continue reading Gramps?

The Good Old Days

It was about a year ago. I was in the foyer of a bank, attempting to make a deposit. It was an envelope-free ATM and for some reason it wouldn’t accept part of the deposit. I had to cancel the transaction, have my cash returned and start over. This happened a couple of times. There… Continue reading The Good Old Days

Below the Belt

Calvin was a grade 8 student. He wasn’t particularly bad but he could get into a bit of trouble. By a few staff he was know as The Child Who Could Do No Wrong. Whatever the issue, his mother’s response was to defend his behaviours regardless of the circumstances. For her, it was always the… Continue reading Below the Belt

A Losing Streak

When my daughter was in grade 9 she attended the end of year Farewell to the Grads assembly. She and her classmates were seated with the other grade 9 classes at the front of the auditorium. Just before the graduates were paraded into the room, the door at the left side of the auditorium opened.… Continue reading A Losing Streak