Pique'n Yer Interest

I have always had a strict policy against wearing spandex or sweatpants in public. In cities, where I have lived for the last 10 years, going outside in comfortable clothes is like advertising you've given up on life. It's a slippery slope.

There's a lot of talk about diversification these days, but the recent report by the Economic Partnership Initiative (EPI) committee makes a few things pretty clear. The first is that this resort's economic activity, $1.

When summer hits in the Great White North, people's hopes ascend in step with the sun's climb to its zenith, their expectations to make the most of these few estival months rising into the stratosphere.

It's a week where temperatures in Alaska are higher than in Miami, where Singapore chokes on record smog levels, where Alberta is devastated by record flooding but B.C.

Earlier this spring I was sitting by the River of Golden Dreams with a man who resembled a handsome lumberjack when he spotted a bear running across the golf course. "Where?" I asked, skeptical and squinting.

The ability to fly from Vancouver to Europe in less time than it takes to drive to Nelson is kind of amazing when you take a step back and look at the big picture.

You'll understand if I don't agree with the modifier employed by Macleans Magazine when, with typical hand-wringing, it labelled May, 2013 "The worst month in the history of Canadian politics.

I'm in the middle of a self-imposed exile from Facebook and other distractions in order to edit the latest version of a screenplay I started a while back. This means I have only been on Facebook twice today. OK, thrice.

A couple of months ago I was running down the Valley Trail when, out of nowhere, a large black dog bounded out of Nita Lake and began to keep pace with me.

They say that life begins at 40, which is weird because sometimes it feels like it ended at 35. Raising a child and working opposite shifts to your wife for five years will do that to you.