In support of TWLOHA: To write love on her arms.

  Schrijnend. It’s the Dutch word for poignant and it’s the word I keep coming back to since coming back from Cuba. On the last three nights of my trip to Cuba I spent some time with a guy, a kid, 19 and we got talking. About depression and suicide and drugs and rehab. He’dContinue reading “In support of TWLOHA: To write love on her arms.”

Travel is more than the seeing of sights

This past week as I was sitting outside a disco in Cuba with some people I had just met; Jordan, his brother, Ashley and some other kids from elsewhere in Canada and this old braggart whom I baptized Doug since I couldn’t recall his name… and you know, at a certain point it just gets rudeContinue reading “Travel is more than the seeing of sights”

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