Monthly Archives: December 2009

too late

My uncle Ron died last evening in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was almost 100 years old. Blind from the age of seventeen, he was a driving force in the CNIB, and a genuinely kind man, a secular saint. (#1011) Continue reading

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barefoot

When winter gets tough, rather than go south, I like to remember the wonderful summers we have stacked up, ready for reminiscence. (#1010) Continue reading

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the banker’s son

My first experience with miscarriage of justice happened to me when I was nine. Only recently did things even out. (#1009) Continue reading

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