I am the sixth of seven children: molded, formed, nudged, inspired and influenced by these unique remarkable people. They are my sisters, brothers and parents and they are in my stories, even if not mentioned, they are there.
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Climbing out of his crib before he could walk, here is the story of my brother Jobe.
In the 60s my parents buy a piece of lake-front property north of the Muskokas in Ontario, Canada where we move to every summer to live bare-foot at the lake: fishing, swimming, sunning and doing chores each day...
Thunder only happens when it's raining. Players only love you when they're playing.
~Fleetwood Mac - Dreams 1977
'Make work your favorite, that's your new favorite, okay? Work is your new favorite.'
~Elf, The Movie
A road-trip with my oldest sister comes to a hilarious, um, outcome My two big sisters were my world. Born a decade and a bit ahead of me, they were only ten months apart. Known as Irish twins. They were born, then three boys, then me and finally our littlest brother. After the three boys [...]