Dr Sock Writes Here

I  just spent a spectacular sunny September weekend at Police Outpost Park, on the border of Alberta and Montana. On Saturday afternoon, I...

We've all been there at one time or another. It is that terrible place of mind where you become trapped inside a sandstorm of raging hur...

I have written before about how frustrating it is shopping for groceries in the the city where I live, but I don't think I have written ...

Today I opened a new bottle of shampoo. I took a sniff before lathering it on my hair. Mmm. Butter and brown sugar. It smelled delicious, li...

When I am travelling, everything I see from the vehicle window is spectacle. The mountains may appear high and jagged, the river clear and g...

Somehow, I never thought this would happen to me. Retirement did not seem to be a possibility, or at least not something worth thinking abou...

Work has never been just a job to me. Rather, it is and always has been woven into the fabric of my life. This predilection to deeply commit...