Across Quebec, the maple trees stand tall,Their strong limbs reach to greet the sky,While summer breezes whisper softly by,And leafy…
There’s something about a move that makes you take stock of your life in a way few other things do.…
In the spring of 1992, I did what a lot of young men do when the ground under their feet…
While this may come as a surprise, considering that I sold everything in Canada to move to Costa Rica, I’ve…
Today I turned 58, and my thoughts wander backTo rolling hills and maple groves of my youth in Quebec.The Eastern…