Throwback: the most original present ever.

Throwback: the most original present ever.

In April of 2001, I made a trip to the HarperCollins warehouse in Scranton, PA. I was in the midst of a book tour, and since I was in the neighborhood, someone from the warehouse called and asked me if I would come by and say hello. I was to shake a few hands and sign...
The amazing Beth Hart

The amazing Beth Hart

Recently, lost in the wasteland of Facebook, I came across an ad that invited me to view a performance by a singer named Beth Hart at the Kennedy Center in 2012, part of a tribute to blues musician Buddy Guy. I had never heard of Beth Hart. It turns out we have at...
The gift of meditation

The gift of meditation

Almost thirty years ago, when I was a teenager, a friend gave me a meditation bench. It was collapsible, made of soft pine, and stained chestnut. It probably cost less than five bucks to make, but it’s turned out to be one of the most valuable things I’ve...

Why I love grav3yardgirl

Sometimes I have trouble getting to sleep at night, so I’ve taken to watching things on YouTube that help gear my brain down to a manageable level. This has led to my discovery of the phenomenon of product reviews. There are a lot of people with their own channels,...
When Porcupines Attack

When Porcupines Attack

It was a cold, rainy Nova Scotia afternoon in December, the last day of the 2014 deer season. So far, my luck had been pretty bad. I’d been out only once before, for a four-hour hunt that had resulted in one tick bite, one case of Lyme disease, one nasty staph...

Don’t believe the hate

On April 8, the Chronicle-Herald published an article called “Chebucto Heights bullying worries parents.” For some reason, it left out the phrase “by Muslim proto-terrorists,” because that’s what the gist of the article was. It quoted a woman named ‘Missy’ as saying...