What Remains?

  At twelve, I was a latch-key kid. I was supposed to be in charge of my younger siblings, but since we lived on a hobby farm I would just put them outside, let them play in the goat pen while I microwaved myself a bowl of canned creamed corn and settled into my dad’s Read More

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My daughter once said that peoples’ skulls should be made of glass so everyone could see what each other was thinking. “People aren’t like pies,” I told her. Unlike a pie, you can never know what’s truly inside a person, not ever, not even if he slices himself open and shows you his fruit, not even if he says, “Hello, Read More

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Hunting for meaning is the most natural thing to do when you’re confused. Luckily, you can find it in just about anything if you concentrate hard enough.  All you do is close your eyes as tight as you can, growl to yourself and think hard on the one thing confusing you most. My pursuit of Read More

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You just never know when you’re going to start believing in magic again.  For example, today I went to the Calgary Stampede, where I was struck by hailstorm lightning at the top of  a ride called the Donkey Death Kerjigger and woke up underground where I met an ancient Oracle who told me my future and the meaning of life. Have you Read More

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I sleep on Kris’ side of the bed now. We used to sleep with our spines pressed against each other.  There have been times between dreams that I’ve thought he was is in bed with me, moments I’ve reached for him or tried to hook my leg around his the way he hated. One night a few weeks ago Read More

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