The dog days of August are with us, and with the warmth, the madness and the sadness of the last days of summer. My dog, Seriuss, spends much of his time looking for tile floors on which to cool his...
The raccoon and crows are still at war in Kitsilano. Every evening a small knot of people wearing flip-flops and clutching beach blankets and bags gather on Creelman Avenue to watch a raccoon and the...
Summer is officially here, and the crows in Kitsilano are busy, busy, busy. It’s important to get those babies fully fledged in the next few weeks. On Creelman Avenue, there is an ongoing battle...
If June could talk, it would probably boast that it invented romance.
We have finally reached the middle of things (cycle-wise), what Carl Jung referred to as “neti, neti”—neither this or that.
The darling month of May continues to be full of temptation to abandon duty and go looking for forbidden fruit.
If British Prime Minister Gordon Brown had had a numerologist on his staff, he would probably have avoided the recent disastrous headline-making gaffe he made
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray.
Don't get too distracted by romance in this last half of April.
Spring has sprung and necks are coming out everywhere