If you have never watched Schitt’s Creek, may I suggest that you open Netflix immediately and begin at season 1, episode 1.  Most won’t be wise enough to appreciate the humor, but those that stay will fall deeply in love.  I fell deeply in love and stole the title of this blog post directly from a character’s mouth.

My parent’s celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary this past July.  I had the opportunity to give a toast.  It went something like this…

This landmark celebration has been such a gift to myself and my two brothers.  It has gifted us the space to grow closer through memories & laughter. By looking at each moment more deeply, it has built a gratitude in all of us for just how grand the journey has been.  We have become more and more aware of a connectedness that has actually been there the whole time.

Piecing together the story of our parent’s commitment, we quickly began to realize that every moment is, in fact, a hint towards the next.  You see…

I now know why my oldest brother and his wife chose to sign their wedding license at their dining room table; growing up, my mom would decorate our dining room table to celebrate every holiday and birthday.  I ran home from school on those days, in full anticipation of how spectacular the set up would be.

And I now know why my other brother and his wife go to concerts for their date nights and make sure that their two kids have the ultimate taste in music.  Appreciation of music wasn’t a choice in our house; we were connected by our touches on the ivory keys of my grandmother’s piano.

And I now know why I recently traded in city life to live in a modest house on open land surrounded by trees; the huge oak tree in the front of my childhood home was where I discovered my heart and values.

From both of you, we learned that it is far more important to pay more attention to the clouds in the sky than to the time we set our alarm clock.

You reminded us that we need not count our failures, but rather feel every insight they have to offer.

You demanded we care more about the sensation of the ground under our feet than the number of miles we have walked.

You taught us that time doesn’t really exist; life is simply an exponential experience of moments.  

I never thought this toast to my parents would find a thread to a series produced by Not a Real Company Productions, but let’s embrace a character that chooses to wear a leather sweater in the dead of summer.  Most people would consider him crazy or careless.  I, on the contrary, think he has it all figured out.  I recognize my parent’s wisdom in him.

If you choose to take the plunge and take on the series, which I highly encourage you to do, you will note that it never seems to be fall or winter in Schitt’s Creek.  Perhaps that is because of filming efficiency or limitations to the setting.  Personally, I believe it is just another part of the show’s brilliance.

Regardless of the reason, the show has certainly let go of the restraints of time.  The writers don’t care if the weather elements make sense or not.  They want their characters and audience to develop within the ambiguous ebb & flow of life.  To do that, they have to resist the pressure of perfect timing.  I am so appreciative of their relentless resistance of time, because if David (played by Daniel Levy) was counting the seasons and waiting for the ideal weather to arrive, he would never have the chance to wear his rad get up.  And, I never would have gotten to jump into the depths of incredible laughter & joy that came from the brilliant take in the first minutes of that episode.

David holds moments in his hands. He can, because he already knows that his fashion is impeccable.


you always start with a look.  no words.  just a sizing up of loyalty.  the words come later.  always.

eyeing a trusting body up & down, you decide it’s worth the sacrifice.  you determine that an open heart can survive the firm press of your lips as you suck the life out of her.

you steal all her “firsts”, take her to get her first tattoo and ink all of your desperate desires onto her life.

tied to the beds of your grip, she builds a super power against your pressure.  turns her head and learns to appreciate the moments that pass as you finish your daily fit.

now she can see you coming from 100 miles away, dimming the lights to your preference.

she is obsidian, rooted at the base of her spine, and swallowing the shit of the world.


For years, I have facilitated writing experiences with teachers, many of which have been grounded in the teachings from Georgia Heard and her text, “Writing Toward Home”.   In one of her chapters, she suggests writing an apostrophe- the kind of apostrophe used in drama or poetry and from the Greek word meaning “to turn away”.  You are asked to choose someone, alive or gone, and speak/write directly to them.  It is an unfiltered type of writing that is rooted in honesty and healing and I have literally witnessed it changing people’s lives as they pour their hearts onto paper.  

Through all the times I have offered this experience to other writers, I have also attempted to write my own for 10+ years and never gotten “anywhere”.  EVERY.SINGLE.TIME I have chosen the same person and started the same way….”unimaginable, what you have done & how you have chosen to exist”.  If you were to look through my piles of writer’s notebooks, you would find that same line over and over again followed by a few weak and fearful lines.  Until last week…

I reread Heard’s chapter on the apostrophe and followed her subtle accommodation to this exercise.  If you can’t seem to write to a person, she suggests that you write to an inanimate object or emotion.  In all my years, I had never chosen that path.  Until now…

“You” in the piece of writing above is not a person.  “You” is a state of mind & being and I was finally able to address it head on.  This piece was never meant to be written to an individual.  It was meant to be written to both the dark and light sides of life.  It was meant to be written about the strength we can all find within ourselves as we journey the world each and every day. 

Today my writing broke the bounds of time & space and arrived at truth.  

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