Eagles, Addiction and a Spider-Light Sky
“Is he doing to be ok?” I ask “Yes, he will be just fine,” responds a mousy little man with an
“Is he doing to be ok?” I ask “Yes, he will be just fine,” responds a mousy little man with an
Vancouver isn’t a perfect city. You’ll know this if you’ve read some of my other blogs. (See Stinky Town and the Blessing of
My 12-year-old daughter and I jumped on our bikes, and in about an hour, we captured 36 murals. There are piles and piles of
Harry Anslinger was a racist S.O.B. who was traumatized by a heroin addict next door when he was a kid. He hated drugs and non-white
Methadone Prison A tenant asks me to break a hundred-dollar bill for him. “Where did you get that?” I wonder out loud. He’s a
Reflections on the 30th Annual Housing Central Conference We are welcomed by the indigenous and led in worship by them. They beat their drums
This is not my genre! I’m into history, not time-bending fictional murder mysteries. Why then am I going to the trouble of reading and reviewing
Kira pauses her timer and stops “Hi Dennis” she says with a big smile. I pop my head up from writing and respond with a
My tranquil morning on the seawall bench is shattered. “Get the F* back here, you son of a bi***!” screams the man from shore. I
I grew up in Winnipeg so outdoor winter play right outside my front door was as normal as the steaming hot chocolate that followed it.