MeaningMaker

  • the classroom

    It’s been five years since I last sat in this church. Sacre-Coeur: the literal sacred heart of Paris.   The last time I passed through its hewn wooden doors, stretching toward the heavens, my mom had just died. It had… Continue reading

  • remembrance

    As a kid, Christmas always felt like the day that held all of time together. Like a magic blanket that wrapped itself around us all at the end of the year. Life was timeless then. Everything was in the present… Continue reading

  • carrying me still

    On the morning of the day I turned 37, my mother was the first person to call me with birthday wishes. That was true every year. She was always the first to call. Always around 7 a.m. But that year’s… Continue reading

  • the guest book

    In the basement this afternoon, looking for a paint brush, I noticed a clear plastic bin on a low shelf. What caught my eye was a snatch of colour I immediately recognized as a beautiful throw that my dad’s mom, my… Continue reading

  • the wedding speech

    Our daughter got married this weekend and so, naturally, I want to tell a love story. Weddings are most always a love story about the bride and groom. But this is not quite the love story you think it is.… Continue reading

  • the river

    The river is rolling by this afternoon. On its way, I realize, to I don’t know where. As I sit next to it, listening to its song, I wonder why it is that such a simple thing is stirring the… Continue reading

  • may we all

    On June 1, the first day of Pride Month, I posted this story to my company’s employee newsfeed. I know how fortunate I am to be safe and comfortable enough to do that. I wish everyone could feel that way.… Continue reading

  • easter sunday

    This photo was taken on a sunny day in 2018 at the Coliseum in Rome. Charlene had gone off to find a bathroom and while I waited, sitting with my back against a stone wall, I looked out at this… Continue reading

  • chaos theory

    Sometimes, the raging current of the state of the world sucks me under, and I start to think about what a terrifying, heart-breaking freakshow we’re living in these days. On those days, the world has never felt more chaotic. Recently,… Continue reading

  • glory days

    Tomorrow night in an American stadium when I see The Boss step on stage, I’ll briefly think about the guy who bullied a couple of us on my high school bus when I was in Grade 9 and 10. A… Continue reading