Warm Spring days and tree planting at our beloved Whitepines of Northumberland Tree Farm went hand in hand. Visits to the Provincial forest station at Orono in rural Ontario was an annual ritual. We picked up our pre-ordered white pine, white spruce and black walnut seedlings on our way to the farm on Friday afternoons and the rest of the weekend would be spent planting them.   Succulent bright green little trees, no longer than a hand, bare tiny bunches of roots, were ready for the soft warm soil. We did it together, dig, wiggle the spade, drop in the tender roots, step on the soft soil, move on the next…

The panic attacks should not have caught him by surprize. As a clinical psychologist, my friend, Tyler, had been working overtime to meet the demands for his wide range of services. In addition, he had been invited frequently to do workshops and lectures. His difficult clients had been a particular problem and he had failed to get consults for them. Sleeping fewer than his required eight hours added to his distress.  “What were you thinking?” I asked him.  “I was entirely focused on getting the work done, and I was not thinking nor was I taking care of myself”.  What broke the camel’s back was that he had been accused…

Yes, of course, it’s love.  But the honeymoon lasts until it suddenly ends, and every couple can remember the occasion that signaled the dawn of a new era, post honeymoon, and the beginning of a minor or major scuffle for control. It could be at any significant point in the relationship: the engagement, the wedding, the first shopping trip, the arrival of the first baby….  Charlie and Debbie were madly in love. The engagement time had gone swimmingly, the wedding was memorable, but half-way through the honeymoon in an idyllic dream place, it turned into a nightmare when the unstated issues bubbled to the surface.  Like everyone else, Charlie and…

On a cold prairie winter day, I was walking the long way home from my grade two class when a team of Clydesdales, pulling a farm box wagon on winter runners, passed me on the snowy road. To a small seven-year-old, these horses were massive creatures with broad backs, great muscled legs.  Just next to me were their huge plodding hoofs that left tracks as large as our dinner plates. I was awe-struck and frightened as only a small child could be walking beside these monstrous animals.  The tall, broad-shouldered farmer in the wagon had the horses in full control as he held the reins loosely and headed toward his…

At two o’clock in the morning my wife announced that it was time to hurry to the maternity ward of St. Joseph’s hospital in Vancouver. Everything had been prepared, the overnight case was packed, the doctor had been called, the ’54 Bel Air Chev was gassed up and we were on our way. The quiet streets allowed us to make the trip with efficiency and we arrived in good time. My wife was gently led to the ward. At that time fathers were not allowed into the birthing rooms, and it was made clear that my presence would not be required for the next while. I wandered out, a bit…

Warm Spring days and tree planting at our beloved Whitepines of Northumberland Tree Farm went hand in hand. Visits to the Provincial forest station at Orono in rural Ontario was an annual ritual. We picked up our pre-ordered white pine, white spruce and black walnut seedlings on our way to the farm on Friday afternoons and the rest of the weekend would be spent planting them.   Succulent bright green little trees, no longer than a hand, bare tiny bunches of roots, were ready for the soft warm soil. We did it together, dig, wiggle the spade, drop in the tender roots, step on the soft soil, move on the next…

The panic attacks should not have caught him by surprize. As a clinical psychologist, my friend, Tyler, had been working overtime to meet the demands for his wide range of services. In addition, he had been invited frequently to do workshops and lectures. His difficult clients had been a particular problem and he had failed to get consults for them. Sleeping fewer than his required eight hours added to his distress.  “What were you thinking?” I asked him.  “I was entirely focused on getting the work done, and I was not thinking nor was I taking care of myself”.  What broke the camel’s back was that he had been accused…

Yes, of course, it’s love.  But the honeymoon lasts until it suddenly ends, and every couple can remember the occasion that signaled the dawn of a new era, post honeymoon, and the beginning of a minor or major scuffle for control. It could be at any significant point in the relationship: the engagement, the wedding, the first shopping trip, the arrival of the first baby….  Charlie and Debbie were madly in love. The engagement time had gone swimmingly, the wedding was memorable, but half-way through the honeymoon in an idyllic dream place, it turned into a nightmare when the unstated issues bubbled to the surface.  Like everyone else, Charlie and…

On a cold prairie winter day, I was walking the long way home from my grade two class when a team of Clydesdales, pulling a farm box wagon on winter runners, passed me on the snowy road. To a small seven-year-old, these horses were massive creatures with broad backs, great muscled legs.  Just next to me were their huge plodding hoofs that left tracks as large as our dinner plates. I was awe-struck and frightened as only a small child could be walking beside these monstrous animals.  The tall, broad-shouldered farmer in the wagon had the horses in full control as he held the reins loosely and headed toward his…

At two o’clock in the morning my wife announced that it was time to hurry to the maternity ward of St. Joseph’s hospital in Vancouver. Everything had been prepared, the overnight case was packed, the doctor had been called, the ’54 Bel Air Chev was gassed up and we were on our way. The quiet streets allowed us to make the trip with efficiency and we arrived in good time. My wife was gently led to the ward. At that time fathers were not allowed into the birthing rooms, and it was made clear that my presence would not be required for the next while. I wandered out, a bit…

Warm Spring days and tree planting at our beloved Whitepines of Northumberland Tree Farm went hand in hand. Visits to the Provincial forest station at Orono in rural Ontario was an annual ritual. We picked up our pre-ordered white pine, white spruce and black walnut seedlings on our way to the farm on Friday afternoons and the rest of the weekend would be spent planting them.   Succulent bright green little trees, no longer than a hand, bare tiny bunches of roots, were ready for the soft warm soil. We did it together, dig, wiggle the spade, drop in the tender roots, step on the soft soil, move on the next…

The panic attacks should not have caught him by surprize. As a clinical psychologist, my friend, Tyler, had been working overtime to meet the demands for his wide range of services. In addition, he had been invited frequently to do workshops and lectures. His difficult clients had been a particular problem and he had failed to get consults for them. Sleeping fewer than his required eight hours added to his distress.  “What were you thinking?” I asked him.  “I was entirely focused on getting the work done, and I was not thinking nor was I taking care of myself”.  What broke the camel’s back was that he had been accused…

Yes, of course, it’s love.  But the honeymoon lasts until it suddenly ends, and every couple can remember the occasion that signaled the dawn of a new era, post honeymoon, and the beginning of a minor or major scuffle for control. It could be at any significant point in the relationship: the engagement, the wedding, the first shopping trip, the arrival of the first baby….  Charlie and Debbie were madly in love. The engagement time had gone swimmingly, the wedding was memorable, but half-way through the honeymoon in an idyllic dream place, it turned into a nightmare when the unstated issues bubbled to the surface.  Like everyone else, Charlie and…

On a cold prairie winter day, I was walking the long way home from my grade two class when a team of Clydesdales, pulling a farm box wagon on winter runners, passed me on the snowy road. To a small seven-year-old, these horses were massive creatures with broad backs, great muscled legs.  Just next to me were their huge plodding hoofs that left tracks as large as our dinner plates. I was awe-struck and frightened as only a small child could be walking beside these monstrous animals.  The tall, broad-shouldered farmer in the wagon had the horses in full control as he held the reins loosely and headed toward his…

At two o’clock in the morning my wife announced that it was time to hurry to the maternity ward of St. Joseph’s hospital in Vancouver. Everything had been prepared, the overnight case was packed, the doctor had been called, the ’54 Bel Air Chev was gassed up and we were on our way. The quiet streets allowed us to make the trip with efficiency and we arrived in good time. My wife was gently led to the ward. At that time fathers were not allowed into the birthing rooms, and it was made clear that my presence would not be required for the next while. I wandered out, a bit…

Warm Spring days and tree planting at our beloved Whitepines of Northumberland Tree Farm went hand in hand. Visits to the Provincial forest station at Orono in rural Ontario was an annual ritual. We picked up our pre-ordered white pine, white spruce and black walnut seedlings on our way to the farm on Friday afternoons and the rest of the weekend would be spent planting them.   Succulent bright green little trees, no longer than a hand, bare tiny bunches of roots, were ready for the soft warm soil. We did it together, dig, wiggle the spade, drop in the tender roots, step on the soft soil, move on the next…

The panic attacks should not have caught him by surprize. As a clinical psychologist, my friend, Tyler, had been working overtime to meet the demands for his wide range of services. In addition, he had been invited frequently to do workshops and lectures. His difficult clients had been a particular problem and he had failed to get consults for them. Sleeping fewer than his required eight hours added to his distress.  “What were you thinking?” I asked him.  “I was entirely focused on getting the work done, and I was not thinking nor was I taking care of myself”.  What broke the camel’s back was that he had been accused…

Yes, of course, it’s love.  But the honeymoon lasts until it suddenly ends, and every couple can remember the occasion that signaled the dawn of a new era, post honeymoon, and the beginning of a minor or major scuffle for control. It could be at any significant point in the relationship: the engagement, the wedding, the first shopping trip, the arrival of the first baby….  Charlie and Debbie were madly in love. The engagement time had gone swimmingly, the wedding was memorable, but half-way through the honeymoon in an idyllic dream place, it turned into a nightmare when the unstated issues bubbled to the surface.  Like everyone else, Charlie and…

On a cold prairie winter day, I was walking the long way home from my grade two class when a team of Clydesdales, pulling a farm box wagon on winter runners, passed me on the snowy road. To a small seven-year-old, these horses were massive creatures with broad backs, great muscled legs.  Just next to me were their huge plodding hoofs that left tracks as large as our dinner plates. I was awe-struck and frightened as only a small child could be walking beside these monstrous animals.  The tall, broad-shouldered farmer in the wagon had the horses in full control as he held the reins loosely and headed toward his…

At two o’clock in the morning my wife announced that it was time to hurry to the maternity ward of St. Joseph’s hospital in Vancouver. Everything had been prepared, the overnight case was packed, the doctor had been called, the ’54 Bel Air Chev was gassed up and we were on our way. The quiet streets allowed us to make the trip with efficiency and we arrived in good time. My wife was gently led to the ward. At that time fathers were not allowed into the birthing rooms, and it was made clear that my presence would not be required for the next while. I wandered out, a bit…

Warm Spring days and tree planting at our beloved Whitepines of Northumberland Tree Farm went hand in hand. Visits to the Provincial forest station at Orono in rural Ontario was an annual ritual. We picked up our pre-ordered white pine, white spruce and black walnut seedlings on our way to the farm on Friday afternoons and the rest of the weekend would be spent planting them.   Succulent bright green little trees, no longer than a hand, bare tiny bunches of roots, were ready for the soft warm soil. We did it together, dig, wiggle the spade, drop in the tender roots, step on the soft soil, move on the next…

The panic attacks should not have caught him by surprize. As a clinical psychologist, my friend, Tyler, had been working overtime to meet the demands for his wide range of services. In addition, he had been invited frequently to do workshops and lectures. His difficult clients had been a particular problem and he had failed to get consults for them. Sleeping fewer than his required eight hours added to his distress.  “What were you thinking?” I asked him.  “I was entirely focused on getting the work done, and I was not thinking nor was I taking care of myself”.  What broke the camel’s back was that he had been accused…

Yes, of course, it’s love.  But the honeymoon lasts until it suddenly ends, and every couple can remember the occasion that signaled the dawn of a new era, post honeymoon, and the beginning of a minor or major scuffle for control. It could be at any significant point in the relationship: the engagement, the wedding, the first shopping trip, the arrival of the first baby….  Charlie and Debbie were madly in love. The engagement time had gone swimmingly, the wedding was memorable, but half-way through the honeymoon in an idyllic dream place, it turned into a nightmare when the unstated issues bubbled to the surface.  Like everyone else, Charlie and…

On a cold prairie winter day, I was walking the long way home from my grade two class when a team of Clydesdales, pulling a farm box wagon on winter runners, passed me on the snowy road. To a small seven-year-old, these horses were massive creatures with broad backs, great muscled legs.  Just next to me were their huge plodding hoofs that left tracks as large as our dinner plates. I was awe-struck and frightened as only a small child could be walking beside these monstrous animals.  The tall, broad-shouldered farmer in the wagon had the horses in full control as he held the reins loosely and headed toward his…

At two o’clock in the morning my wife announced that it was time to hurry to the maternity ward of St. Joseph’s hospital in Vancouver. Everything had been prepared, the overnight case was packed, the doctor had been called, the ’54 Bel Air Chev was gassed up and we were on our way. The quiet streets allowed us to make the trip with efficiency and we arrived in good time. My wife was gently led to the ward. At that time fathers were not allowed into the birthing rooms, and it was made clear that my presence would not be required for the next while. I wandered out, a bit…