A caddie’s tattered running shoes and a black life

Until a week or so ago, I was unaware of Juneteenth, which commemorates that on June 19, 1865, a group of enslaved people in Galveston, Texas learned that they had been freed by emancipation.At 63 years old, as a former journalist, and someone who considers himself fairly aware of social issues, I felt embarrassed that I was not aware of this important historical event, although I read in the New York Times today that “this holiday … only became … [Read more...]

The Voice doesn’t go away, but you can pause it

“How do I silence The Voice that is constantly saying negative things to me?"This is one of most frequently asked questions that I get every year as a coach who is known for dealing with mental stuff. In fact, I was asked twice this week during my Obedience Training For Your Brain webinars.What is The Voice? It's the innner dialogue in your head. That constantly barking critic that tells you what to do, and especially what you can't do. It calls … [Read more...]

What’s this mess of feelings we’re feeling? Grief

I read a friend’s email and thought she was feeling down. I was feeling low myself.  I popped in my headphones, headed out for a walk and phoned her. We both commiserated that we had the Lockdown Blues—from the grind of staying at home day after day, the hits to our businesses, and so on. One reason she was sad was because, if not for the virus, she would have been on vacation in the sunny south. On top of that, she felt guilty about … [Read more...]

My most memorable Christmas

The O'Connor gang circa Christmas 1976 or so taken by my father. A happy group, I'd say. A couple of days ago, a friend asked: ‘What’s the most memorable Christmas gift you have ever received or given?’ Instantly, I thought when I was about 14 and my father brought home a boxer puppy late on Christmas Eve, and entrusted me to keep it company and quiet overnight in the basement. There was also the sweater that Sandy knit for me … [Read more...]

‘College boy’ takes a manly risk in the beer store

This blog plunges deeply into the drama of my experience in trying to determine if two cases of 12 Sleeman were the same price as 24, and how my status as a manly man hung in the balance.‘ Oh man. This is confusing. Geez Tim, you should be able to figure this out.’ What was the crisis at the root of this great moment of anxiety? Here’s what: I was standing at the back of the Willow Street Beer Store in Guelph looking down at cases of Sleeman … [Read more...]