London Free Press Article
A nice little article in the London Free Press today. You can read it here. I’ve also posted it below for when it disappears.
A nice little article in the London Free Press today. You can read it here. I’ve also posted it below for when it disappears.

The end is coming…the end is coming! And you can spread the word of the apocalypse. I’ve setup an affiliate program* for Women of the Apocalypse, the forthcoming book to be released October 31st by Absolute Xpress (an imprint of the award-winning Hades Publications in Calgary, Alberta).
This affiliate program is just one aspect of our online strategy to promote the book (more on that in a later post). There are a lot of exciting initiatives that we’re undertaking to spread the word of our novel.
Black Shire Pub – Wed, Nov 4th – 6:30-9pmJoin me at the Blackshire pub to officially launch the Women of the Apocalypse and my novella Dues Ex Machina. I need everyone’s support, so even if you can’t buy a book (even better if you do!) please come. Getting words in print is just the beginning — I have to make a big splash.
If you can’t attend but want to buy a book, visit: Women of the Apocalyse.com
To read an excerpt of my novella visit: Dues Ex Machina
Joyce McFadden left on a final journey on Thursday October 15th. There to see her off were her son Rick McFadden and his wife Sylvia, grandchildren Kelly (Brian) Northup, Kim (Terry) Ziebell, and Ryan (Kari) McFadden. Missing her are her great-grandchildren Sarah, Meaghan, Amy, Daniel, Paige, and Cordelia.
Joyce in her 89th year is predeceased by her husband George McFadden (1995).
Visitation will be held at the Needham Funeral Home (520 Dundas Street) on Monday from 10-11a.m. with the funeral service to follow at 11 a.m. in the funeral home chapel.
In lieu of flowers, donations to a charity of your choice would be greatly appreciated by the family.
Tributes may be made online at www.mem.com
Hockey is a viscous, brutal sport.
Especially when it involves 5-year-old girls. And one of those girls is yours. Paige started playing hockey this year (though playing is kind of a misnomer) because of the generosity of my boss. You see, he paid for her registration and some of her equipment.
Two years ago, I started teaching Paige how to skate. She did really, really well. Last year, for various reasons, we didn’t get out as much.
Saturday was her first practise — and I immediately dreaded not getting her skating last year. All her optimism and drive went out the window 1 minute in when she fell and proclaimed ‘I hate hockey! I never want to play again!’ Great, and only 49 minutes to go (it went downhill from there).
So Saturday was a disaster. She could barely stand let alone skate.
Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) she wasn’t allowed to quit. So like the loving father I am, I kicked her back onto the ice today.
Glorious! Why, it was as great as watching a triple sow-cow reverse tuck! For Paige could get up after she fell! She could even skate (more like shuffle) backwards. All this after one week.
My little trooper.
I’ve never seen her happier when she first picked herself up off the ice without help. She raised her arms in the air in victory and turned to me (my arms also raised in victory).
Finally…no tears. Smiles!
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