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Canadian transplant marches to royal beat

When I was born in Montreal in the mid-’50s, I was blessed with a privilege I wouldn’t learn to appreciate until my adult years — my Canadian citizenship birthr...

Lessons in letting go define pandemic years

It’s been ... ... more than 503 games of Scrabble against Zoe the computer, 171 days of Wordle — maybe it’s endemic. Don’t ask me what I’ve accomplished in the...

Too quickly perceiving can be deceiving

I received a gift certificate for Victoria’s Secret shop from a good friend on my 60th birthday and couldn’t imagine why she thought I might be interested in th...

Each of us is our own brand of ‘normal’

The phrase “be normal” has been around for quite some time. I heard it often in context with something I did or was doing. If I talked too loud, or when I did ...

Curious mind meanders with animals

Did you know slugs and snails can sleep for three years? Man, they must have some marathon world-class dreams! And you know they probably drool. But I wonder ...

Understand this

I am forming a new Anti-Understand League to abolish the “I understand” response from caregivers and family members when seeing/hearing frustration from their e...

Journey to a climate-friendly life

A tree as great as a man's embrace springs from a small shoot; A terrace nine stories high begins with a pile of earth; A journey of a thousand miles starts und...

Is that all you got?

I recently read a Facebook post by my nephew, Terrance. Now here is a young man who has struggled with challenges every step of the way to where he is today — a...

Thanks for driving me to the mountain, Dad

There were no skiers in my family. Somehow I got it into my little 11- year-old brain that skiing was something I wanted to do. I can't remember why. Perhaps it...

Dry refuge paints stark picture

My friend, Claudia, and I have been going to the Klamath Basin for birding in the spring since 2007. We have witnessed over the years a gradual drying out of th...

The man on the bicycle remembered

It now has been a number of years since I visited my home country. On one such trip my wife and I stayed with family members. One day we decided to take bicycle...

I remember those summer vacations fondly

One thing my parents did in our upbringing was to give us memory-filled vacations. Every summer, we went camping — on the Oregon and Washington coasts, a coupl...