The Dad Beat

I recently created an autobiographical photo essay about my walk to work, and I’ve also written a more probing piece to put that set of observations and reflections into the context of local environmental politics….

Yes, the title is a reference to Sally Gardner’s Three Pickled Herrings, a wonderful book the daughter and I are nearly finished. Unrelated, yes – this post has nothing to do with the book –…

We have rabbits among us. They have many grievances against modern industrial life. When we first adopted Christopher (in February 2013) he expressed his displeasure with all of our electronics in the living room. These…

I posted an earlier draft of this in the vegan family network I’m part of, but it’s a relevant parenting story as well. I promise, it’s one of those “works out better in the end”…

A colleague/friend who works in transportation planning asked me a few questions yesterday about the experience of parents with school-age children and public transportation. I got on a bit of a rant, which nicely resonates…

I got up early this morning to grab the Province newspaper so I could have a copy of the print story about my daughter’s fundraising campaign for Small Animal Rescue Society for posterity. I don’t…

This blog has attracted a bit of journalistic attention in the past, but my daughter’s star is eclipsing me. She’s been doing a project (mainly with her mom’s help – I haven’t been involved in…

One of the biggest challenges we’ve had as a family this past year was facing up to the challenge of veganism. I’d been vegetarian for most of my adult life (save lapses into seafood at…

When I was a child my family moved several times. We moved twice before I was aged 2. I have no memory of either of those experiences. I faintly recall the third move, when I…