My Writing
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This Evil Happened in Pol Pot’s Killing Fields
Another memorial for ‘Never Again.’ Genocides keep happening, following a similar blueprint. Experiences over things. The mantra for my second half, because we learn. Some of my most influential experiences have been at places I’d rather not have to go. I’d rather they did not have to exist. Battlefields. War Memorials. Concentration Camps. Killing Fields.…
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Hop-On, Hop-Off Buses: A Great Way to See Monaco
Monaco is a perfect place to use the Hop-on, Hop-off bus; a different world that must be seen to be believed I have picked up a few habits while exploring our world. One of them is going for a long walk at dusk, without a plan or destination. Another is learning the local courtesy words.…
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Blue Jays Love to Find and Fight For Your Nuts
Blue Jays are intelligent birds, and will chirp each other during a game of hiding peanut ‘Easter Eggs’ “Squawk Squawk! Squawk!” The grey and blue jays were making a racket over peanuts. A large grey jay had dropped the peanut hiding on the edge of a hanging flower pot, and was none too pleased about it. Red,…
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To The Ass Who Cut Down my Parent’s Sunflowers
They weren’t just sunflowers. They were a tribute to my late wife, Ivana. The sunflowers grew tall, slightly bending to the wind that blew across the yard. Five majestic plants, radiating back the warmth they collected from the afternoon sun. They were the largest sunflowers I have ever seen, huge seed pods surrounded by the…
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A Final Road Trip With My Incredible Wife
Our last drive together, taking Ivana to her final resting place. Our final road trip together. Just us. I was taking my wife home to rest. April 8th was Ivana’s birthday. A few weeks before, I learned that the mausoleum I was waiting for was finally ready. The marble for Ivana’s columbarium was at the cemetery.…
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I Will Never Look At Depression the Same Way Again.
Smile and pretend. My wife passed away the year before, but I was in uncharted mental territory after a vacation made me feel more alone than ever. I’ve taken some time from writing. Not for any deliberate reason. Simply because I didn’t give a fuck. It was smile and pretend. My wife passed away in…
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The Nurburgring: Where Speed Meets Passion
A bucket list check, a lesson in speed, and one of the best days I’ve been alive! Sunday. Nurburgring Day. A day I had been anticipating for over two decades. Over two decades spent dreaming of driving the iconic racetrack. I was finally about to graduate from my PlayStation Gran Turismo simulator to the real thing. …
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Soaring Through the Air! Ziplining in Cambodia
I certainly did not have zip lining in Angkor, Cambodia on my bingo card. And yet, there I was. I sailed through the air, my arms outstretched. Ziplining across the top of the trees, an incredible feeling of freedom surged through me. I zoom over the treetops until my ride comes to an abrupt halt…
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After My Wife Passed, An Emotional Return to Her Hometown
Once her mom passed, Ivana refused to go back to Wawa. I never completely understood why. I had wanted to return for some time. My wife, Ivana and I had been close, as far north as Sault Saint Marie, but had not been back to Wawa, Ontario. Her father, Eugenio, had passed in 2005. After…
