A personal remembrance inspired by Queen Elizabeth’s last photo.
Her Last Photo
Originally published in September 2022 in Blog
Monetize That
Originally published in July 2022 in Blog, Comic, Toronto Illustrators
Virginia Woolf and Alice Munro in conversation
Originally published in March 2019 in Blog, Illustration, Toronto Illustrators
Say no to racism
Originally published in July 2018 in Blog
I grew up in a multi-racial family. From left to right: Catherine, Alison, Richard, Trevor, Peter, and our 1972 orange Volvo wagon. My brothers and I were born at time when Martin Luther King Jr. was doing his most important work, standing up to segregationists in Georgia and organizing non-violent protests in Alabama. Meanwhile, a […]
Missing them
Originally published in March 2018 in Blog, Illustration, Toronto Illustrators
This is it
Originally published in August 2016 in Blog
Cleaning up the remains of our parents’ days has been a long process for my brothers and me. Five years to be exact. From left to right: Alison, Richard and Peter. We’re probably watching Wimbledon or the U.S. Open. Yesterday, as I was studying the photographic evidence of our childhoods inside a non-descript industrial storage […]
Mothers
Originally published in May 2015 in Blog
Photo from the Melissa Rivers Collection Joan Rivers was by turns vicious, smart, snarky and deeply caring. Back when when I watched more TV I occasionally landed on one of her fashion rants, but never stayed long. Most of the time, I don’t find that kind of aggression entertaining. But I felt her talent, so […]
Energy report
Originally published in January 2015 in Blog
My energy reserves are more precious than oil. I don’t know if it’s a female thing? The men I know and love and don’t love don’t share the nitty gritty details of their energy metrics. For all I know, they’re concealing some wild fluctuations. Productivity is what we’re all chasing. It’s the gold standard and […]
Home
Originally published in December 2013 in Blog
After you lose your parents, You start to wonder if your family ever existed. That feeling of being part of a team alters, Then disintegrates over time. New alliances form. Continents and decades are crossed in a valiant search for that next Home. Siblings become more like old classmates, People you used to know because […]
