Did you know Sunday is a holiday of sorts? It's not on any calendar, but hundreds of millions of people will celebrate it, all around the world. January 17th is Quitting Day, or Ditch Day. According to Strava, this is when millions of people will give up on their...

It's a new year, which means it's time for the Annual Much Maligning of Goals and Resolutions. Get excited. I'm just going to get straight to the point. While I'm pro goals and resolutions, I'll admit there is a problem with goals and resolutions, and that problem is...

Oh look! It's time for my annual reminder that a calendar year is not out to get you, even if it feels that way, or even if you have loads of evidence that it has been an awful, terrible, no-good, very bad year. Now, we can all collectively agree, I think, that 2020...

It seems to me that these days, not much value is placed on the practice of puttering about having hobbies. You know, extracurricular activities, pastimes, leisurely pursuits and diversions? Hobbies are those things we undertake for the intrinsic joy of doing them, or...

Well, if this year has taught us anything—and I think it's taught us a lot, whether we wanted to learn the lessons or not—it's shown us where the boundaries of our tolerance lay, and that those are fairly stretchy lines. This is a good thing in a pandemic, along with...

There's a section of the Trans Canada highway on the mainland that always stands out in my mind as a metaphor for life. It's a lovely drive from Hope (yes, we have a place called Hope here, and if that isn't the most Canadian thing ever, then I don't know what is) to...

Disappointment and defeat don't mean the same thing, but you'd never be able to tell from the way we use them. We tend to view them interchangeably, which has led to us becoming allergic to both of them. You know how allergies work? You come into contact with...

This is it. The article you've all been waiting for. The one with all the answers. The proverbial gold at the end of the also-proverbial rainbow. After reading this post, you may well think I've been holding out on you all this time. I promise you I have said this...

Something I'd rather you didn't know about me—and I'd rather I didn't know, either, for that matter—is that since last summer, when I broke my foot, I've gained about fifteen pounds. Technically, I've really only gained about ten, but since I was already up five from...