A Long Sentence

This was the first year that I did not go to the police station to get my fingerprints taken, as I do each year, to confirm that I do not have a criminal record and that allows me, as Santa Claus, to show parents and others responsible for children’s welfare, that their charges are safe… Continue reading A Long Sentence

A Beaver Tale

Growing up in the ‘50s and ‘60s was a difficult period for me, but not because I grew up in Canada – the land of the Beaver. I have always loved being Canadian, but not always in love with living here. There were many times, as a teenager, I wished that I lived in the… Continue reading A Beaver Tale

Empty Sidewalks on Tobacco Road

Home where Danny was born and raised

This is a continuation of a previously published story that I wrote in 2012.  Please read The Summer of ’66 before reading this story; otherwise, it won’t make much sense.  Thanks! ~ Hugs, Danny The road to Tobacco Road had sidewalks, but there were none on Vittoria Road – or at least, none on the… Continue reading Empty Sidewalks on Tobacco Road

A Write to be Wrong

Today is Monday morning, October 26th, and the internet in my neck of the world (Langley) is not working. I planned to write a story about my twenty-year quest to brew the best cup of coffee ever (at home). It is a story that’s been percolating inside my hollow head for months, but I haven’t… Continue reading A Write to be Wrong

A Nude Wreck on Wreck Beach

August 10, 2020 at Wreck Beach

August 10, 2020 I hope you aren’t offended by my photo. I spent the day, sunbathing in the nude for the first time in my life at the world-famous Wreck Beach in Vancouver, BC. But I wasn’t alone – there were several hundred sun worshippers of all ages, scattered along the 7.8 km beach. I’m… Continue reading A Nude Wreck on Wreck Beach

Because

All good things must come to an end ‘because’ of something. I received a renewal notice from the website hosting company that provides me with this platform to tell my stories. I’ve been writing here for almost a decade but now find it challenging to write about happy things. And although there is a seemingly… Continue reading Because

My Holly Golightly and Audrey Hepburn

Part 1 of 3  (Originally published April 2012) Last night, during a night of deep and peaceful sleep, I suddenly awoke to the most bizarre sight.  I sat upright on my bed and began hugging my pillow in terror. But first, let me give you a little background. Holly Golightly is a Coton de Tulear.  I… Continue reading My Holly Golightly and Audrey Hepburn

Something I Forgot to Mention

Holly Golightly hiding behind Danny

Last Sunday (March 4th), I decided to take a pause from writing in my journal for an extended period of time. However, I have been receiving a lot of calls and emails, asking if I was okay or why I had closed my website? I should have just posted a notice like this – and… Continue reading Something I Forgot to Mention

Cold Feet, Holly, and a CT Scan

My Holly Golightly - she's a Coton de Tulear

It used to be a relatively simple thing to do – buying a pair of slippers.  Then again, a lot of stuff used to be simpler than they are nowadays.  I hate sounding like one of those old-timers who used to tell me how things were better ‘back in the day.’ But at least things… Continue reading Cold Feet, Holly, and a CT Scan

My daddy,

My Holly Golightly - she's a Coton de Tulear

MYe daddie is playin in the bathh witout me and now I can wrote you sumthing about him.  He’s losing hair and is old and he doesn’t ‘member wear heputs his stuff and I havtokeep from laughing at him. He tuke me to bad man withabeard and left me there all day wit him and… Continue reading My daddy,