real life stories

Travels with Dad

From my first memory, dad was a strong, virile and handsome man. He had married my mother shortly after World War 2. They both served in the war with my mother a WAC in Great Britain and my dad a jaunty sailor in the Canadian Navy. He served on a minesweeper during the war. My mother was a few years older, but they had a good life together and provided a stable upbringing for my sister and I. The story…

  • Justice

    It seems there is a general interest in lifestyles of those perpetrating criminal acts and those that society designates to respond to these acts. I have completed three articles on my experiences in the jails and Community Corrections. These articles received the…

  • The Rock

    Rugged and striking, Newfoundland could literally kick your butt. For two weeks I had my butt kicked around most of this amazing island and much of Labrador. Three middle aged men were intent on circumnavigating Newfoundland and Labrador in an…

  • Under the Knife

    The following is a description of the continuing saga of Caroline's body renovation from the last blog. Some may have viewed much of this from a previous letter during the experience, but for those who did not have to endure my…

  • More Morocco

    You may remember that I had been amazed by this completely foreign culture, enjoyed mint tea, watched the cobra charmers in Marrakech, escaped by the skin of my teeth, and enjoyed nothing about Casablanca. I was moving on to some…

  • Spring

    As I sit surveying the vineyards and lake through my kitchen window, I recognize that spring has arrived. My view remains visible before the buds start to appear on the trees, but I know blossoms and leaves will follow and my surveillance of…

  • Northern Lights

    The six seated airplane, the smallest I had flown in, slipped through a treacherous pass in the Coastal Mountains of British Columbia. The tiny plane dodged clouds amid jagged mountain peaks that seemed close to brushing our wingtips.  The engine’s…

  • Forest Prince

    A high-pitched whistle shrieked amid a myriad of  Western Cedars that rested in disarray on the forest floor. A thick metal cable floated through the sky, settling a few yards from a small gathering of men. One of them, the apparent…

  • Bad Boys

    There was a thunderous clamour that ejected me from my comfortable serenity. Such noise usually meant a conflict was in progress between two of my charges who were trying to beat each other into submission. Sprinting from the office, I…

  • Northern Justice

    The short, gray-haired man swayed a little as the sixth or seventh beer began to impose itself. The pretty young woman looked very attractive, to the extent an invitation was offered for her to join him in his room. She…

  • WW II and Beyond

    The following post is a continuation of the previous post: The Life and Times of G.F. Allen, my father. As you may recall he was born in Quesnel, B.C. to homesteaders from Great Britain and moved to Kenora, Ontario as…