Many years ago when I was in my twenties, I quit a job I hated, left a life that wasn’t making me happy, and moved home to New Brunswick to get myself back on track. I was determined to try to recapture all those things that had somehow fallen out of my life after years of …
If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll know that I usually write something about Remembrance Day in November. For many years, I taught at a school named for John McCrae, who wrote the famous poem “In Flanders Fields,” so observing Remembrance Day was a big deal for us, teaching students about the meaning of Remembrance …
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I once had a biology professor who could see the lighthearted side of just about anything. I remember one morning he strolled to the front of the lecture hall, stood for a moment stroking his chin pensively, and began,”Imagine this. It’s a warm spring evening, and a young worm’s fancy turns to thoughts of love.” …
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