(From my diary. Advice to a recently divorced friend.) Every generation has its own etiquette. The problem was that when I got divorced, I’d…
Will they choose the euro, or the American dollar or, heavenly days, the loonie? Will they pick a currency behind door 1, 2 or 3? Will…
I grew up in the shadow of the H-bomb. When I went to the movies, there was a cartoon, a trailer, and the news. The…
Flight 314 A collection of short fiction My adapting of short fiction to drama led to commissions to write original plays. Here was a new…
The most significant event during my tenure as editor of Logberg-Heimskringla was a letter to the editor castigating me for my bias and narrow-mindedness, surely…
All heroes have feet of clay. Or, in the case of a lot of male heroes, it’s not their feet that are a problem, it’s…
Guy Maddin made a film called My Winnipeg. Not your Winnipeg, My Winnipeg. Winnipeg from his point of view. None of this, Our Collective Winnipeg,…
Paul Gottskalkson (he changed his last name to Olson) and his sister, Guðrun Fridrikka Gottskalksdóttir, in Fridrikka´s front yard on First Avenue in…
In the time leading up to Remembrance Day, I think often of my grandfather, William John Smith. He left Ireland for Canada. He went to…
For two years, I was the editor of the bi-weekly newspaper called L ögberg -Heimskringla. It’s the oldest continually published ethnic paper in Canada. Once…