Artemisia

A little talk about aging and dentistry in the North Shore Mountains and how my wisdom tooth came to rest on Crown Mtn.

Tracing the thread of my favorite Neil Young song through the fabric of my life.

A Mediterranean lady helps me uproot a childhood fear.

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

The benefits of gentlemanly debate, literary honesty, intellectual courage and the bobcat logic of a California mink farmer.

Paying my respects to the grandmother of my first-born son. Chun Ying, you were sweet as a chicory flower and as strong as the roots.

Wedding rings, dreams, kokopillau, lightning trees, wanderers and a cotton thread running from ancient Egypt to Early Texas.

My first encounter with the spirit of St. Melangell.

In which Mr. Rodrigues teaches me an ancient Portuguese healing art.

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

My Texas Cherokee grandma and I have one last "Big Time" and she gets a job offer from blues legend, Gatemouth Brown.

One morning, as the sun rose, I walked around the big scar made by the machines and put an offering of tobacco inside a large coyote track.

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.

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.

How I was blessed to deliver a special message forty years after a war.

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