Category: Rearview

By Blake Allen I could begin just about anywhere in the Okanagan, but instead I’ll start on the...

I  promised Laurie, my editor, I wouldn’t joke about working in pyjamas when she suggested I write...

Like Scrooge’s undigested bit of beef, Kathryn’s imagination is driven a little whacky...

I like your hair,” my friend told our harried waitress, who could have smoothed a fast hand over...

Forget your many pots on the burner, lines in the water, irons in the fire: I am going to tell you...

An ever-growing number of museums, monuments, and amusement parks have announced that visitors...

“I eat, therefore I am.” Descartes didn’t say that—I stole it from him and paraphrased just a bit....

Thirty years ago, my mum put my brother and I on a plane in Vancouver to meet my father in...

My wife and I recently watched in horror as scenes from Mosul in northern Iraq were broadcast on...

“What do you mean I’m only allowed one bag?” I asked the check-in counter clerk at the Cathay...

Shelley’s attempt to escape her instant information addiction has some interesting side effects...

Shelley shares the horror of a devastating bike accident that changes lives, and her outlook. We...

The last time I took a piano lesson, people were pointing bulldozers at the Berlin Wall. I haven’t...

Nothing political about this soothing cuppa “Where there’s tea, there is hope.” Printed on a...

I find shopping painful. My wife would rephrase that. To her, I’m just a painful shopper. But...