Late one morning in the dead of summer, I checked the mail at the front door of our Madison Avenue office. Strewn among letters, flyers and magazines was a mysterious little black book with a bold claim: “Master your Whole Life” by Bob Reed.
Master my whole life in 120 pages? Yeah right. I can’t even master my day in 120 pages! Nevertheless, curiosity got the better of me and I flipped open to the first page. Read the rest of this entry »


One summer, back in my university days, I joined a sailing club. The club’s boathouse was a modest little outfit perched at the bottom of a cliff along the lower Ottawa River, in the capital itself. Every so often, when the conditions were just right, I’d head down to the docks with my friends Grant or Roger and we’d sail off into the sunset with Parliament Hill as our backdrop.

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