Just Want to Say

I’ve told you about my friend Bethany’s son Renn, before. He’s a brave little guy, six years old, dealing with a complicated form of epilepsy. He has been through test after test after test, that have all been inconclusive. He’s headed back to hospital in August, and is scheduled for two or possibly three brain…

No tribute to my dad would be complete without some mention of his love of photography. Since I didn’t say a word about it in my post yesterday, I decided to continue the remembrance of Dad with a look at a few of his photos. I had to restrain myself in my selections for this…

One hundred years ago today, March 16, 1913, my dad, Raymond, was born. He was the second of seven brothers (although the seventh boy died in infancy) born to John Willie and Jeanie in their farmhouse near where John Willie had come at the age of 4 with his homesteading parents, in 1882. Our family’s…

This is a special post for a special boy. Just-about-six year old Renn, whom you’ve met on my blog before, is back in hospital having more tests so that the doctor and all the amazing team who are working hard to help him can find a way to deal with his seizures. A whole galaxy…

The title of my blog post today is a riff on a phrase that is likely familiar to people who were regular listeners to CBC Radio in the years between 1950 and 1998, “And now… here’s Max.” That phrase, voiced by the inimitable Allan McFee, referred to radio personality Max Ferguson, who spent fifty-two years…