Why I don't go to funerals.

Why I probably won't come to your funeral.

I don't believe you are dead.

Dead is a word we made up to cover the range of emotions we feel when you are gone.

You, gone from your recognizable self, from your form that walks and talks and crawls and breathes, the one we are most comfortable with.

But I still see you in the clouds and in the rain, and in my memory, and sometimes you are still so vivid and alive to me that I forget you are not here in your old-self-costume. The body that disguised you.

So you are a part of me now.

And I am not dead.

So instead, I'll celebrate inside of me, with you, every day.

I will miss your voice, it's sad that it's gone from my ears, but I probably won't come to your funeral, because you are not dead.

Happy Holidays!

Hey kids, I wrote a book!

Yessindeedy I did! You can grab it HERE!!!

Super happy to hear feedback!

Please spread the word! I think anybody of any age would like this book, it's written to be read aloud!! The littles this has been tested with loved it!

If you are reading this before Nov 22nd and are in the lower mainland, you can grab it early at a special price here:

Thank you for the support!

Happy Halloween Ravers!

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Happy Autumn from some of my favourite people!

4 Days with Django

After Buster left us last winter, we were just a couple of broken hearts wandering around.

Of course as time marches past you, you feel better and finally do stop crying. But even after the spring and summer have come and gone and you are happy and laughing again, there is still a place just big enough for a small dog to fit.

Enter Django. Or Bo Jangles as my dad calls him, or DejaVu as my mom calls him; or Niko, Stich or Rothko as he was known in his foster homes and at the shelter where he was picked up as a stray.

We were going to name him Vincent, as in van Gogh because he is missing a bit of ear....

But in the end we decided on Django, and then it was confirmed when we saw his little feet. He has 'high toes' and his front feet look just like Django Reinhardt's right hand....

And so it goes, four days have passed and I can't recall the last time we laughed from morning until night, every day. And I have never seen such a happy dog as this, when he jumps up on the bed at night where he goes smiling to sleep. Life is very, very good.

A HUGE shout out to New Rattitude! Without them and their team of amazing, selfless volunteers we  would not have this little spud. Adopt, please don't shop.

Gone fishing......but not really

I realized that I have not updated here in ages. So this notice is to let you know that a) we are still breathing, b) we are still working in the music world and c) we will be baaaahhck.

Happy summer - try not to focus the bad, and breath in the good every day - that's what makes YOUR world.