Thrilled that one of our national publications - The Globe and Mail - published my piece on my brother Carey and Robin Williams on the 2nd anniversary of Robin's passing. Battling the darkness: Remembering my brother and Robin Williams - The Globe and Mail
Every year on this day I try to post or write some kind of remembrance that would do my brother Carey justice, if only to summon the sound of his voice in my head one more time. As I had in previous years, I published it to Facebook as I hadn't really established my...
Music is my milestone. It has always been this way. My rough-hewn road through this existence is very clearly marked by the music that changed and guided me. Not always straight – not always smooth – but guided nonetheless. You would see many well-worn faces there on...
It’s closing in on 7PM. It’s the Friday of a long weekend on the eve of my 16th anniversary, and I am here at the office hacking through the rainforest of bills, taxes, and miscellaneous paperwork that keeps the wheel we call PACE turning. I’m thinking about my Dad,...
My Zaidy lived a very long life. And though he lived through personal horrors and tragedies, for the most part his life was healthy and, I think, happy. When a man has lived this kind of life, we cannot feel sad for him at his death. We are sad because of what we have...
Love my kids. Period. End of thought. They are the be all and end all. A constant source of perspective, entertainment, yadda yadda yadda. Problem is, The Boy’s singing makes his mom cry. And not in the good way. More like a first-4-episodes-of American-Idol way. It...
I’m so bald. And fat. I shouldn’t have skipped so many classes in high school. I shouldn’t have listened to my friend Corey when he dared me to jump in that river when I was 18 – my ankle wouldn’t be bothering me so much. I definitely shouldn’t have smoked so much...
Toronto was my home for 12 years. Anyone who knows me is well aware that I continuously spouted the virtues of city life whenever I got the chance. Though most of our friends opted for more northern parts of the GTA, Sharon and I were happy to plant ourselves smack...
Everybody hates moving. I don’t care how inherently nomadic you think you are, or how far you are going. Believe me, I know. I’ve moved boxes from one end of this province to another, as well as from apartment #411 to #412. The bottom line is this: getting your stuff...
