To Nathan Kotylak, You don’t know me Nathan. We have never met and likely will never meet, but due to recent events, I know a good deal about you. I know that you come from what would be considered a good family; you attend a prestigious school, your father is a doctor and you live in a nice home. You are an athlete with future Olympic goals and unfortunately, after last Wednesday night, you are also a rioter. I saw the picture of you trying to set fire to a police car on a blog dedicated to Public Shaming and read more…

I still can’t believe what happened in Vancouver last night. I can’t stop thinking about it. The images of young men and women running through the streets of Vancouver, with billows of smoke wafting behind them as they attempt to kick canisters of tear gas back toward the police or jump on burning cars as they primordially beat upon their chests and, the hundreds of people who stood by snapping pictures or catching video with their smart phones, who gave the terrorists the audience they so desperately craved, will forever be imprinted on my mind. I feel sad. More than read more…

Remember when I wrote this post about the violent video game commercial played during a early Canucks game (5pm) on Rogers Sportsnet. Well I was pretty upset about the whole thing and so I took the time and I made a complaint to the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council back in March. It has been a few months and with the move and everything that has been going on lately, I had almost forgotten about the complaint until I got a response today from Rogers Sportsnet. I can’t attach the letter for you as this warning came along with it: This read more…

My mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer just after the May long weekend in 2000. I’m not one to have premonitions about things, but that May long weekend, I distinctly remember having a strong feeling that something was very wrong. Within days of having that feeling, I came home from work to find my mother and brother crying in our living room. That was when the big ‘C’ word first made its appearance in my life. Within weeks of her initial diagnosis we learned that my Mom’s cancer was a rare form called Inflammatory Breast Cancer that is highly aggressive, read more…

This morning began like any other morning with me trying to fit in a quick shower before the kids woke up. As usual, this did not work. I wasn’t even through shampooing my hair when the shower curtain was ripped back to reveal my 4yo standing there with a big grin on his face telling me that the baby was screaming. So, I hurried out of the shower and pulled on some clothes so I could go retrieve the baby and beg her forgiveness for daring to wash & cloth myself before providing her with her first breakfast (yes she read more…