It was hot. I walked with the kids along the trails out back. We trudged along happily on the hot packed earth, taking a different path than usual and picking wildflowers. My son, freshly bathed, decided to play in rich brown dirt on the side of the path, a brown sugar sandbox. We got home…

Everyone needs to have heroes. Someone said that at a recent professional development conference. It could have been the Olympic gold medalist or the big shot chairman or one of the other speakers. It didn’t seem important enough to write down at the time. But it resonated. So here I am on Saturday morning thinking…

I’m back from travel. When I’m gone, I miss home. I’m not really the type who can travel in an endless merry go round of airplanes, hotels and restaurants. I like being on my couch. I like sleeping in my bed. I like eating food from my fridge. I also like the routine of a…

Some of the little things on my desk: A baseball from a Blue Jays game in the 1990s that was given to me as a kid at the SkyDome. An odd Knick-knack one of my oldest friends gave me when we were teenagers. No. 43/264 of the 2014 Laird of Fintry single malt whiskey made…