Someday, Maybe

It was a cold, wintry day in February 2002. I was training for my first full marathon (Ottawa) and our program called for a 21k (13 mile) run. A saner person would have stayed in bed, put off the run for another day. Instead I covered my face with Vaseline, donned...

When Ideas Have Ideas of Their Own

People often ask where my ideas come from. Sometimes they come from stories I’ve read in the local paper: The building of a megabox store, possibly threatening the independent shops in a small town, and the vocal opposition from residents and local businesses (The...