In the spirit of November's cold, I recently took a deep dive back into Jonathan Aycliffe's 1996 novel, The Lost . I read it when it...

  A sweet memory floated up this morning. Valentine was my first dog as an adult, and the first dog with which the Hero MD™ and I made a pac...

Just in from a long walk with Beckett through the boneyard and back. Since he's been a bit under the weather this past week, we took it ...

I   saw you standing just inside the wrought-iron fence around the graveyard at the corner of Winchester and Sumach this evening when I was ...

I n 1842, St. Paul's Cathedral in Liège commissioned a marble statue of Satan, the Fallen Angel, as part of a religious installation, fr...

"Autumn Sunrise" by John Ryan.  This past Sunday, the Hero MD and I took a drive west through the countryside outside of Toronto f...

  Author Melvin Dixon by Robert Giard, 1988, gelatin silver print, 14 by 12 2/3 inches; at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Art. Today is the 29t...

I walked home from dinner at Bar Verde with my friend Andy last night. The night was a pleasant temperature, but with a chilly undertaste of...

  Some thoughts on giving thanks as Thanksgiving weekend draws to a close: there is a wonderful humility that accompanies the joy of accepti...

 

  I promised to tackle some further thoughts about Midnight Mass as soon as I settled down, following the end of the last episode of Saturd...

  I was beyond flattered last fall when director Mike Flanagan, a longtime friend of Wild Fell , reached out to invite the novel to make a “...

  Sean Ryan Schwartz (1993-2021)  In the days since receiving the news last week of the abrupt, cruel death of our friend Sean Schwartz in t...

As the weather evens out from a summer of cruel heat and constant rain, I have taken to sitting at the top of the hill at Riverdale Park wit...