Author: Michael Murray

On Queen East a blind man slowly walks the street. I see him everyday. Like a specter, he slowly ticks his way back and forth, his white can sweeping the sidewalk in search of danger. He’s probably about 70 and there’s a consumptive elegance to him. Thin– like William S. Burroughs– he wears a suit…

As many of you now know, it turns out that the zodiac signs and astrological forecasts that have guided so many lives over the centuries, has been the product of flawed astronomy. For instance, if you’ve always thought you were a Capricorn, well, it might just be that you were actually a Virgo. This, obviously,…

On Friday I went to Queen West and ended up at a store called Boomer, where I was looking at some suits. Coldplay was on the speakers and two impeccably and unkindly dressed gay men stood at the cash trying to impress the handsome young Asian who worked there. “ Soujan, I’m sorry I freaked…

Today I have given the Blog over to Heidi, our Miniature Dachshund. ************************ Many ask Heidi if she have good Christmas. Pretty simple answer to question. No. BAD Christmas, BAD!! No fetch for stupid Christmas! First off, Heidi no ask for much this year. Know that economy tight and birds falling dead from sky, even…

The Arizona shootings on Saturday brought to me a distressing clarity. When I was in elementary school, it was a common recess practice for kids to provoke an excitable and vulnerable child into doing something stupid, something nobody else dared to do. It seems evident at this point that Jared Loughner was insane, but it…

As many of you might have heard, I’ve been asked to write an advice column–titled Mr. MIster– for an award- winning magazine in the New Year. Targeting girl’s aged 8-12, American Girl Magazine and Michael Murray are sure to be a success, one that will hopefully go on for many years. Dear Mr. Mister: I…

In the waiting room at the Doctor’s office I sat beside a large man who wore a baseball cap that said Bite Me on it. His thick red hands were folded on his lap and he stared straight ahead. An elderly woman walked in, smiling and nodding at each one of us. She wanted to…

On Sunday Rachelle and I went to Canadian Tire to get our skates sharpened and to run a few errands. While paying for our assortment of chocolate bars and various “storage solutions,” I fell into conversation with our cashier, finding out that her favourite hockey player was Toronto Maple Leaf Captain Dion Phaneuf. She thought…

Whenever I walk by a hospital and happen to see a patient staring out the window of their room, it’s a custom of mine to wave at them. Usually they don’t respond but sometimes they do, and from the street I can see their silhouette, backlit as if from behind a scrim, waving back at…