I have been running momondays – an event focused on personal storytelling – since 2012. Pre-pandemic, we were in 16 cities across North America. During that time, I personally saw the transformative power of personal storytelling.

That’s what inspired this…

Imagine bashing together The Gambler, Mr. Bojangles, and Born to be Wild. Hear it unfold in my latest single, “Let the Wild Orchids Grow.”

Every year, I go on a week-long motorcycle ride with a bunch of guys. We’ve traveled…

“When you have the time you don’t have the money, and when you have the money, you don’t have the time.”   

That phrase popped into my head and I blurted it out to the three dogs I was walking along…

I was NOT intending to write this song. I really wasn't. But when your baby has a baby, and your baby says, 'I'm expecting you to write a song about my baby', well, there's only one answer you can…

When I was in grade 6, I had a very bad relationship with a guitar. 

I wanted to learn to play, so my parents borrowed a really nice guitar for me to practice with, and arranged for lessons. On talent…

Yes, that's me. I was always a shy, insecure kid. (Can you tell?) 
  
Well, it's precisely because I didn't want to continue being a shy, insecure grown-up that i pushed myself to live full out, doing extreme sports, becoming a…

Every year for the past 25 years, I go on a whitewater canoe trip in the Canadian near north. We drive north for 5 hours, then bump along a logging road for another three and half hours, and get dropped…

How a 'yes, and...' mindset made us the heroes at a private concert. 

My band was hired to provide the entertainment at a birthday party. Yes, we were all double vaxxed and yes, it was outside, and yes, we maintained…

You know that person. You’re performing your heart out and all you can see is that one person, usually head down, likely looking at their phone, apparently lost in their own world,  not paying attention to you. 

Distracted. Disinterested. Disengaged. 

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THIS AIN’T CAR CAMPING… 

When most people think of camping, they imagine loading up the car with as much stuff they can stuff, and heading to a state or provincial park complete with comfort stations and convenience stores within driving…

The first year I got a busker’s license, I never used it. “What if I meet someone who knows me?” “What would people think?” “Isn’t it like begging?” “What if no one stops to listen?” “How much money could…

A few years back, I was fortunate enough to see B.B. King at his blues club in Orlando. I was doubly fortunate enough to be sitting in the front row -- not that much farther away than the screen you…