So how smart are you, eh?

We celebrated Canada Day this past weekend.  I’ve talked a lot about how proud I am to be Canadian, so I decided to spare you from hearing me blather on about it again. Then I saw this Historica Canada quiz yesterday in Huff Post Canada Weekend Digest and I thought I’d give it a try. I like quizzes anyway and it seemed like fun to see how much I know about this wonderful country I live in — or, conversely, how dumb I am.

I’m relieved to say that out of 30 questions, I only got four wrong. Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re sitting there thinking I should have known them all. Well it turns out I did better than most of the 1002 Canadians who Continue reading

Day 11. Aging. Disgracefully?

Okay.  Someone has to say it out loud.  Paul McCartney cannot sing any more.  Watching him perform (?) during the Opening Ceremonies at London 2012 was excruciating.  He sang (so to speak) somewhere else recently.  Again it was painful.  And embarrassing.  For him, for God sake!  Is this how he wants to be remembered?  Barely able to croak out a song?  Off key?  He has had a brilliant career.  He is worth millions and millions.  It’s time to pass the microphone.  Really.

I can imagine (no pun intended) how difficult it must be when that realization finally sets in.  “Yes, it’s true.  I have lost my voice.”  Whether it’s because of age, illness, booze, cigarettes, drugs, pollution, dust, damaged vocal cords or the Universe being cruel, one fact remains:  His singing career is over.

Do something else.  He can still be productive.  Start a record label.  Discover and develop talent.  Write a book.  Produce musicals.  Become an entrepreneur.  Travel simply for pleasure.  Relax, spend money and have fun with that new, young wife.

Just please, exit gracefully.

When food is past its prime we toss it without a second thought.  But we are reluctant to face this same reality about ourselves.  We hang on to relationships that are really over, and have been over for years.  We say it’s for the children.  Does anyone really believe that it’s better for kids to live in an environment where their parents argue, slam doors, cry, ignore each other, cheat, lie and settle for less than any of them deserve?

We cling to hope when there is none and insist on keeping loved ones plugged into respirators long after they are brain dead.  We tell ourselves it’s because we love Continue reading

Day 9. The Games

Well …  the flame’s extinguished, the flags have been lowered, the athletes are back home, the Brits are back at work and for all we know, at this very moment HRH Queen Elizabeth is rehearsing for her next cameo appearance.  While London 2012, and the Olympics in general, are still fresh in our minds, it feels like a good time for some reflection.  I’m sure a lot of what I’m about to say will be unpopular but, c’est la vie.  It’s my opinion, I’m entitled to it, and anyone who wants to disagree is more than welcome to do so.

Yes, there were a great many wonderful, breathtaking, inspiring, touching and, even, heartbreaking moments:

Oscar Pistorius, making history, as he ran the men’s 400-metre heat — and then, in a spontaneous and respectful gesture, being embraced by Kirani James, the Grenadian teenager who won the Gold.  Sarah Attar, also making history, as she ran, covered from head to toe, in the women’s 800-metre heat — and the standing ovation she received, despite finishing last.  The determination, commitment, spirit, grit and teamwork that went into Team USA’s Gold in the 4x100m medley relay Continue reading