And on this curious journey called After, there isn’t a magical place to rest. Sitting in the seat of consciousness is the only way.

Author unknown.

A story of moving, and learning that home was never that far away after all.

Who knew that a prog-rock concept album born of a spitting incident would become one of the most significant albums of my life.

You were a writer so I am going to write for you. Rest In Peace, Vaughn.

An unsuspecting woman was rattled awake by someone attempting to get into her home late last night. That woman was me.

First time I was able to write about my father since his death a year ago. It's a story of conditional parenting and unconditional love.

Saved by a rescue. The tale of how I walked into a hockey game and walked out with the love of my life.

Bang Bang Shrimp & The Corona Blues. Who knew it'd be home-cooked Chinese and a blues legend to get the words flowing again.

Some of the research was compelling, but after awhile I began to see this more as my personal social experiment. I started to see a pattern.

Exploded transformers, downed electrical wires and gas leaks make it feel apocalyptic. You feel helpless, and it becomes isolating.