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How a female coyote helped me decide when to retire from Canada Post.

My first and last days as a postie and some of the folks who helped me to cross and celebrate the finish. Busting the myth of invisibility.

A Vancouver letter-carrier fills the unforgiving minutes on Fraser Street.

A brush with my fey inner-Celt while looking over a four leaf clover.

My mid-life crisis is shot down before it has a chance to blossom into full flower.

How I learned to bridge the inter-generational empathy gap between co-workers in a variety of employment scenarios using Bobcat Logic.

Two kinds of snow, two kinds of teachers, chips, giggles and two kinds of spanakopita with the aim of opening the third sphincter.

How I came to wear those little bells on my key-chain.

Welfare Wednesdays on a 1980s Vancouver East Side postal route.

Guru Gobind Singh meets Joseph Smith on a Vancouver sidewalk, who then meets the Lynn Valley Buddha. Story by Michael Hawes.

World Cup Fever, drive-by shootings and an epic East Vancouver corner kick.

We are all students and teachers by turns. Of mice and men, dollars and sins, winners who lose and losers who win.

After my first year delivering mail, I decided that it was my turn to bring in some treats.

They say if you peer too long into the abyss, it will begin to look back at you.

In which two young dogs encounter two old cats and learn to appreciate Sinatra.

A Harlequin-style romance for squirrels.

The tragedy of his wife's condition had been perfectly met by the care and tenderness of her husband. It was a daily lesson for me.

A Mediterranean lady helps me uproot a childhood fear.