Monthly Archives: March 2019

1. It’s always important to point out what students are doing well and to praise any good work honestly. (They can spot overpraise.) The positive comments they get from teachers might be the only praise they receive in a day, … Continue reading →

Dogs being walked and kids on bikes everywhere (with or without parents).

Long the subject of SF pulp fiction now coming to a bank, grocery store, hardware store, and other public places near you. All, of course, for the bottom line and greedy profiteering by companies and corporations. So much for customer … Continue reading →

This Blatchford crap. Now trying to build ‘green’ condos to sell at half a million with other taxpayers subsidizing the project. To be followed (absolutely no doubt) by problems with the new homes (to cost taxpayers more), culminating in Blatchford … Continue reading →

1 Sparrows chirp and pluck at scraps of empty gutters. 2 An old man leans on a rake and contemplates his dead spring lawn. 3 Two lovers pass by their care-less laughter rising from the lane as they disappear from … Continue reading →

Friend and songwriter James Mireau. Conceived, created, and made by James. He does the narration, music, and sound, too. Dedicated to his late cousin Father Catfish of Edmonton.

or making money. Thank God. There are far more important emotional, mental, and spiritual matters to ponder. That and an appreciation of Nature, life through the senses, people, love, art, and language. (The only classic poems more directly about money … Continue reading →

Mental manipulation/conditioning has been a major issue since WWII. We have seen, of late, how Western citizens are under a siege of agendas, many being political and economic. There are no shortage of self-aggrandizing companies and corrupt individuals who want … Continue reading →

A drowsy fly trembled on the worn wooden window screen. The April breeze was cool and, looking down to the breaking ice on the river below, I wondered how many times both my cancer-stricken parents had stood there, by day … Continue reading →

An Eloquence of Daffodils