Oliver Moorcraft-Sykes is an acclaimed spiritualist, scrivener, and amateur orthodontist living and writing in Winnipeg, Manitoba. His accomplishments are too many and varied to list, but suffice it to say that he’s done everything that George Santos has done, and then some. Should you have any questions or concerns about his writing, please do not hesitate to try and contact him.
One of the great joys of growing older is relishing an ever-deepening understanding of what I like and don’t like. Hollandaise sauce, dark chocolate, smoky bourbon, Calvin & Hobbes, golden retrievers, Hitchcock films, Louis Armstrong and Shakespeare, for example, are all sources of deep pleasure to me that demand to be embraced. Long speeches, Costco… Read more »
The arrival of November’s biting winds foretells the inevitable onslaught of another wicked boreal winter. Even as I write this, the power lines are down and the lights have gone out. Dear old Mother Nature is howling up and down the avenue, throwing great handfuls of sleet against our windowpanes, giving us all yet another… Read more »
It’s a truism that you are what you eat. But, equally, you are what you read, listen to, and watch. Art brings vibrancy to our days and helps shape our moods. The book that you’re reading, the movie tickets that you buy, the playlist that you’re listening to whilst strolling about downtown, none of these… Read more »
As I mentioned in last week’s column, fall is by far the vibiest, most atmospheric time of the year: a time to rejoice in the mellow, melancholy beauty of thick fogs, Autumnal forests dripping with rain, Scandinavian sweaters that smell of wet dog and smoke from burning leaves, and eerie, unexplained noises in the night. … Read more »
As far as I am concerned, the stretch of time between the end of summer and winter solstice is a time of lush moody liminality. As the days grow shorter, the childish frolics of summer recede into the seemingly distant past like ghosts melting into the shadows at the corners of the bedroom. Gone are… Read more »
“The saddest places in the world are graveyards,” my grandfather would often proclaim, “not because of all the lost lives, but because of all the wasted potential and unused talent crumbled into dust.” He was a very creepy and morbid old man, and often made statements like this. Still, he had a point, hadn’t he?… Read more »
As I get older, I place increasing importance upon self-improvement in both body and mind. Rarely a day goes by when I am not seriously reflecting upon all the ways that I can become even more self-actualized and humble. In pursuit of this progress, I incorporate gleanings from a variety of sources into my daily… Read more »
My love affair with photography began when I was seven or eight years old, and a relative gave me a Polaroid instant camera as a Christmas gift. It’s not like I was struck by a bolt of artistic inspiration or anything. Still, it seemed magical to me; the clicking of the shutter, the whirring of… Read more »
Once upon a time, I was the sort of person who liked nothing better than to delve into the esoteric mysteries of life. From “What really happened to Lord Lucan?” to “How on Earth could it possibly be that middle-aged women who have given birth to multiple children can have better bladder control than me?”… Read more »
I watched a documentary two or three years ago in which the film crew spent a month recording the day-to-day life of a couple who were both working full time at minimum wage jobs and doing their best to raise several children while living in poverty. One of the points of dramatic tension in the… Read more »