I have good news to share with you today. I DID NOT DISAPPEAR. You may have thought along those lines, considering I haven’t posted a blog in over a month. Maybe you figured I was in an accident, or on a missing list, or perhaps that I was attacked by a flock of killer chickens? … Continue reading Who Is Knocking On Your Door?
Tag: Humour
A Forest Full of Memories
Hello folks and welcome back to The Eason Clan! Things are starting to shake up around here lately with the COVID Alert Level jumping from Alert Level Four to Alert Level Two. This brings back some normalancy to life, as we are able to go to church, shop, and take part in recreational activities again, … Continue reading A Forest Full of Memories
Short and Sweet- Sliding Protege meets Sliding Legend.
Hello everyone and welcome back to another Short and Sweet! It's hard to believe that it is the 7th of March already, like time is flying! Things have been quite different around my house lately, with my son doing school through Google Classroom, and my children practically living outdoors in the snow. Currently we are … Continue reading Short and Sweet- Sliding Protege meets Sliding Legend.
“Got to get yer moose by!” Big Moose, Big Bogs and Falling in a Deep Hole.
The wind was a westerly gust coming up from the valley, blowing against my right side. Walking along a rocky cliff, I kept a watchful eye for any branches that might break if I stepped on them, while simultaneously focusing on what lay ahead of me. Cracking a branch would be a sure way to … Continue reading “Got to get yer moose by!” Big Moose, Big Bogs and Falling in a Deep Hole.
Hadrian’s Wall, Escaping Jail and Lighting My Hand on Fire
Hello folks and welcome back to another post from The Eason Clan! Today we will be exploring a topic, I believe, would be beneficial for us all to talk about. Before we dive into this however a brief breakdown of my week: walking Hadrians Wall (virtually), the never ending saga of my youngest child, and … Continue reading Hadrian’s Wall, Escaping Jail and Lighting My Hand on Fire
Sailing Through The Struggle
Are you struggling right now? You may be climbing an uphill battle that seems like the hill is getting bigger. It could be an addiction, loss of a loved one, a debilitating sickness or any issue you face on a recurring basis. I titled today's blog "Sailing Through The Struggle" not in the sense that … Continue reading Sailing Through The Struggle
A Dispatcher’s Christmas
Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the OCC, the phones were ringing and the radios beeping. Our headsets were hung on our heads with care, hoping the radios would finally be clear. The Officers are working, on patrol and on foot, while the dispatchers take calls and … Continue reading A Dispatcher’s Christmas
Strange times at the Clan: Toy Madness and my Son’s allergy to Owls.
Photo by fernando groeneveld on Pexels.com Hello folks and welcome back to the strangest things you’d never thought you'd read. Due to an abundant amount of memorable conversations that took place in my home this week, I was left with a dilemma- I had to choose from a half dozen stories and pick two for … Continue reading Strange times at the Clan: Toy Madness and my Son’s allergy to Owls.
Short and Sweet -“Dad, when you were a baby… I held you.”
Yes, you read that right. When I was a baby, my eldest daughter Railene held me in her arms. She is four. She asked me to tell her a story, however, due to her constant interjections into my own tale, I kindly asked her to tell me one. Well that's how her story started off, … Continue reading Short and Sweet -“Dad, when you were a baby… I held you.”
Focusing On What Matters- “Others.”
The day was unlike any other. The sun high and shining in it’s glory. The wind a gentle breeze, slowing moving the scattered clouds across the sky. Everyone was looking at me, but I was just looking for her (sounds like a Hallmark Commercial). My palms sweating, and my mouth dry. That nervous twitch I … Continue reading Focusing On What Matters- “Others.”






