There is a point between our new story and our old story, when the way we do things no longer works or feels right and our new path is not yet clear. A point where we know something needs to change but are unsure of what exactly that is, how to do it or both. …
I spent the first 25 years of my life learning to navigate the world and the people in it. My drive and direction came from a desire to be part of a community I looked up to, a place where surfers, skateboarders, artists, musicians and other creative entrepreneurs called the shots. I did whatever it …
The tallest free-standing structure in the Czech Republic is a 305-meter chimney built in 1977 at the Chvaletice power plant. 90 km from Prague the plant burns lignite, a moist, soft brown coal susceptible to spontaneous combustion and considered to be the most harmful to human health. In October of 2016, Greenpeace activists occupied one …
My Father’s family is from Poland but they didn’t talk about it. His parents got out in the 30’s and never looked back. Dad was born soon after in Toronto. When a close family friend invited us to Wroclaw and Krakow it seemed like a great opportunity to get to know some of our heritage. …
My loss so paled in comparison to the loss of life and tragedy suffered by others, I never felt justified in feeling sorry for myself. Some stories are hard to tell. In the case of Gator, it took me the better part of 15 years to spit out how it felt to lose it all …
Watashi-wa bucho no opai. I am the manager of the boobs. This is how my friends in Tokyo taught me to introduce myself my first night Japan. It was confusing at first, the disgusted look from the hotel clerk and the abrupt departure of several pretty women at the bar. Confusing because my friends had …
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Everything white. My nose and throat full of mist, my feet disappeared, I can see no further than the variometer in my lap, which reads 832 meters- surely that can’t be right? I jumped 270-feet in five seconds? Alex’s voice crackles on the radio. “Go west, go to the beach. West!” The compass says I’m …
This article is the follow up to a short piece on development in the Costa Ballena region of Costa Rica, where I live. Please check it out for context! There is a predictable expat growth cycle in areas like the Costa Ballena, Costa Rica and understanding it is critical if we want to recognize opportunities …
Several years back my Dad Terry asked me to join him for ‘Paddle the Don’, a 10km excursion down Canada’s largest urban watershed, the Don River. He wanted to take his prized ceder canoe, the one I helped him build when I was 15. I was dubious but said yes. Among the many admirers of …