Last weekend, I went on a bike ride with some friends through the city visiting 4 local craft beer breweries. The number of people at each and the energy around this craft beer movement struck me. A couple of the breweries had very nice tasting rooms and anoth...
Neighbours in Napa
On a recent visit to California I was struck by the stories and passion of the people in Napa. Everyone that I spoke to shared a powerful stories from the earthquake that occured a little over a month ago. The destruction was all around in the certificates on ...
“The Extras in the Movie of our Life”
Last weekend, a group of residents from an apartment building, along with a couple businesses and a local church hosted a ‘Summer In The City BBQ.’ The aim was to create an opportunity for people to come together and meet neighbors and strangers....
From Labels to Gifts
A beautiful article in this mornings Globe and Mail shares a glimpse into one Mom’s journey and celebration of her son’s gifts. “Technically speaking, Benjamin has a number of somewhat unflattering terms hyphened to his humanity: non-verbal, ...
Connections Brewing
A couple neighbors came together several years ago when their local civic group seemed to be focusing on only what was wrong and the deficits in their community. I recall John Eby saying there’s so much we love about Westwood and why we live here. So we bega...
“You don’t choose the pigments ….”
“You don’t choose the pigments, they choose you,” were words from artist, writer and speaker Makoto Fujimura speaking at Regent College Monday night. Makoto was speaking of his art and the beauty he creates in his art. He described his art as ultimately ...
Antonio and His Brothers
I remember be introduced to Antonio and his family about 15 years ago and I am amazed how many images are still so vivid from that first meeting. I remember Antonio’s Mother speaking so proudly of her family. I recall Antonio’s 2 brothers playing...
Finding Care in the Community
On the tip of her toes, with only her index finger resting on the side of the wheel, a young girl turned to her father and scrunched her face into a questioning smile; he nodded. As her heels came to rest upon the wet grass, with both hands now tightly pulled ...
