I grew up in Saskatchewan. I write every day. I make promises to myself and break them and am ashamed. They say I am a good man. I can only believe them some of the time. I make pottery. I drive a bus. I have one son who is old enough to be my father but he isn't and I am thankful. I love my wife. I cannot remember all the things I must do. The wind blows hard around here, and then stops and the day is beautiful. This is my life. It almost always embarrasses me. I deal with it a day at a time. I hold the belief that each being is a point of wonder. At rare moments I remember that I hold that belief. Those are the good moments.