As a child growing up in the 80’s I fully embraced the ‘Spielberg’ of it all – adventuring throughout the town with my friends and our bikes with no particular destination in mind. Until Nintendo came out, we didn’t have much to distract...
One year, almost to the day, it has been since we last checked in on The Beandricks’. In particular on how Father has or perhaps has not grown at the tutelage of his two, now 8 and 9 year old daughters and forever youthful spouse. The pages of the calendar...
I have found myself in moments of reflection more often these days – catching those times of complaint and pausing more often to challenge those thoughts. It is difficult to fully articulate the root of these reflections, but here’s what came out when I...
I don’t rightly remember the first day of school for most of my childhood. I can recall the lead up to ‘back to school shopping’ and the general feeling of the daily countdown to the end of summer, but I really couldn’t tell you anything about...
The decision to not head into backcountry camping this year was admittedly a very difficult one for me to make. After 8 years of tradition – paddling, hiking, and gallivanting in the woods and lakes of Algonquin with some of the best people we know – to...
Every year since moving to Elora 11 years ago, our household has come face to face with a decision whenever August rolls around: to Riverfest or not to Riverfest? When we first arrived here, sans kids, the decision was a no-brainer; a week-long concert taking place...
I often look to my kids as a source of both inspiration, as well as a glimpse of what the future might possibly look like. I am drawn into their interests, their lingo, the music they listen to, the content they digest, the fashion, etc, etc, etc. I will catch...
It’s easy to get caught up in the reliable old conversation of ‘I can’t believe Summer is half over’, or ‘It always goes by so fast’, or to get taken aback when you hear those first advertisements for the back to school specials....
Following a good, solid week of me sitting in my own self-wallowing after my summer took a turn sustaining a couple of knee injuries, I received a call that managed to instantly change my perspective. Having already bowed out from my ultimate team, taken a 4th week...
At the edge of the wood, down a gravelly road, sits a house where they say, that life can be slowed. There’s a lake, grand a calm, where the sun rises early, and starts the day off, without any worry. It’s quieter there, no unnatural sound. Not a car or a...
