In the Press
Trust me, you should go into accounting, like your father.
C.P. McClennan's Mother
You did what, with who, for how many jellybeans?
A childhood friend
When an atheist is born,
a kitten kills a god.
Born in Calgary but, after stops in Denver and the British Columbia Kootenays, now living in Toronto for thirty-five years.
He still misses his mountains, dearly.
Married and a father of four with the "empty nest" light nearing like an on-coming freight train.
Writer, blogger, atheist, and occasional coach for those trying to learn about consensual non-monogamy.
Apparently, now an amateur graphic artist as well.