Confessions of a Middle-Aged Adolescent

Despite having any number of models I could be painting for Warhammer, 40K or even D&D, I found it impossible to resist the siren call o...

My literary hero,  Andrew Vachss  (rhymes with 'axe') , writes gritty crime novels that often depict how our society grows its own ...

Part of me was hoping to have come across another topic by this point in the week, so I could perhaps avoid writing about my first Father...

I'd never even been a spectator at Edmonton's Pride Parade before yesterday, but that didn't stop me from walking in it this tim...

Dad's service was at the Legion today, and everyone did a great job. The Minister of St. David's United, the church of my childhood...

It's a hard thing, cramming 8 decades of a marvelous life into a certain number of column inches, but an obituary was needed, and he...

My sister called me at work just after lunch yesterday, tearfully telling me, "Dad's gone." He went to the hospital in Leduc...