Lynn Johnston introduced me to the Humour Project. This was a three day conference held in Saratoga Springs in upper state New York. The goal of the conference was to explore the value of humou...
After Thanksgiving of 1977, I moved into the house I built on Goat Mountain. If I wanted to use a phone, I had to trek down the hill to use Victor’s. The phone was rotary and had a party l...
What I learned living on Goat Mountain keeps me strong, peaceful and joyous today.
In 1990, Lynn Johnston offered a one week summer course on cartooning at Canadore College’s Artsexperience. She talked about techniques as well as the business of cartooning. She had us work on...
What I learned living on Goat Mountain keeps me strong, peaceful and joyous today.
In 1971, I took the train from Montreal to Saskatoon so I could register for the Master’s program at the University of Saskatchewan. The train must have passed through North Bay at the time, bu...
Fall and winter were generally busy times in my office. In summer, many of my clients would leave for their cottages and forget about therapy. Waiting for the phone to ring while the bills were p...
My father taught me how to work. He started out selling dishes and kitchen supplies out of a hardware store on St. Laurent Blvd. in Montreal. He would make deliveries using a side car attach...
I worked hard and did good work and gradually my practice grew. It was time to get an office in North Bay. The first place I looked at was in an old medical building. The office walls were c...
When I was about 10 years old, my parents took us to Old Orchard Beach in Maine. The hotel we stayed at had a row of pinball machines. My dad gave me a roll of nickels and told me to go have fu...
When I was a graduate student at the University of Saskatchewan, the chairman of the department asked me to give an exam to one of his undergraduate psychology classes. The class, as it tu...
After finishing university I began to identify myself as Hindu Buddhist Jewish. I was raised Jewish but didn’t really connect to the Saturday morning services at our family synagogue in Mo...
In the early seventies there were a whole slew of books that came out extolling the virtues of country living. Mother Earth Magazine always had articles on how you could live happily and pea...
Within a few weeks of moving into the original log cabin on Goat Mountain, a friend I met came over with a few of his friends. We were sitting around a table, talking about this and that, and...
Joshua, a few years later, with his brother Jacob who is holding a pellet gun which was lots and lots of fun. #32 HORSES One road over from Goat Mountain lived June and he...
Me and Baby Joshua on Goat Mountain
What I learned living on Goat Mountain keeps me strong, peaceful and joyous today.
The Integral Yoga Institute in Montreal offered occasional weekend ecumenical retreats. A rabbi, priest, swami and Buddhist monk walk into a pizza shop. They all instruct the counter man to mak...
I was once told that the Native cure for depression was to hug a tree. One angst filled day, I decided that what do I have to lose-I might as well hug a tree and see what happens. So there I...
From birth to age six, I lived in Montreal on Parc Avenue just to the left of the Rialto Movie Theatre. Down the street and around the corner was the famous...