Saturday, September 19, 2020

Happy New Year 5781 ~ L'shana Tova!


...בְּרֵאשִׁית בָּרָא אֱלֹהִים אֵת הַשָּׁמַיִם

In the beginning God was creating the heavens and the earth...

By tradition, Rosh Hashanah is the birthday of the world, a good day for everyone to celebrate. 

Friday, September 18, 2020

“The Meeting” by Donna Guzik

Jesse Collins walked toward the departure lounge, looking for a seat. She stepped carefully, trying not to drop her sandwich which was precariously perched on top of a much needed coffee, the other hand dragging her carry-on bag behind her.  She always hated to fly. And now to add to matters she was to sit on a five hour flight to Vancouver to visit family members she hadn’t seen since she was seventeen. She couldn’t miss her parents’ 30th anniversary party though. Besides, her mother said she had a surprise for her, wanted her to meet someone. God, she hoped her mother wasn’t trying to set her up again.

She slowly made her way toward the one open seat she saw, and just as she was about to sit, she felt the coffee cup slip and tilt over as she tried to save the sandwich from falling to the floor. She saw everything in slow motion, watching in horror as the lid popped off the cup, spilling coffee into the lap of the guy in the next seat.

“Agh! What the hell?” He jumped up, trying to wipe the liquid from his crotch, but pulling back because it was burning his hands.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Let me help you.” Jesse let the rest of her things tumble on to the vacant chair, as she tried to find some tissues in her pocket. The entire population of the departure lounge now gawking in amusement.

“No, don’t! You’ve done enough. Just let me do it.” He grabbed the tissues from her and started dabbing at his pants. All Jesse could do was stand there, helplessly watching.

 “Are you sure I can’t do anything?” Jesse asked.

“Yeah, you could get away from me.” He continued trying to clean his pants.

“Well, do you have another pair of pants in your carry on?” She motioned to the small suitcase beside him.

 “No.” He glared at her.

 “Oh, well there’s a little shop over there, the least I can do is buy you a new pair of pants.”

“Yup. It is the least you could do. Fine. C’mon then.” He grabbed his suitcase, rolling it behind him and started awkwardly walking towards the shop, still dabbing at his pants.

Jesse quickly gathered up her fallen sandwich, stuffed it in her large purse and fell in step beside him. “I’m Jesse by the way.” She extended her hand. He looked at it, looked up at her, and kept walking. “I can’t apologize enough for …”

 “For burning my nuts off?”

 “Well, obviously I didn’t mean it. It was an accident. And you gotta admit, it did add a bit of levity to the room. Flying can be such a dreary experience, so anything to break up the ….”

 “Shut up, will you? Can you just do that for me?” He quickened his pace.

 “Sorry, I just thought…”

 “No. Seriously. Stop talking.”

When they got to the shop he made a bee line for the men’s pant section. Jesse came up beside him and starting looking through the rack.

“What size are you?”

 “Thirty-inch waist,” he said, rifling through the rack, checking sizes.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, letting her eyes drop to his waistline and back up to his eyes.

“Oh honey, you’re a thirty-four if you’re a day. Trust me. I work at the GAP.  Here. Try these.”

“Fine.” He grabbed the pants and started walking towards the change room.

“Wanna a shirt to go with that? There are some nice ones here. Ooh. This one would really bring out the colour of your eyes. I mean, whatever colour they are. Pretty sure this kind of plaid goes with everything.”

“Look, I don’t need a makeover or a wardrobe consultant. Like I didn’t need to wear your cup of coffee. All I need is….”

“How do they fit?”

“Spectacular.” He emerged from the change room wearing a dark blue pair of Dockers, the price tag hanging from the front pocket. “Do they make my butt look big?” he deadpanned.

 “You don’t really have much of a butt, so you’re good.”

 “Thanks for your input.”

 “You did ask.”

     They walked up to the counter, and Jesse tore off the tag and handed it to the clerk. “We’ll take these thanks,” she said, handing over her credit card. She looked over and saw him balling up his coffee stained pants, and putting them in his carry-on bag. As he looked up at her, his eyes softened.

 “Sorry, I was a bit harsh. But you did almost burn off my bits and pieces.”

Jesse looked more closely at his face. In his mid-thirties, she figured. That would make him about ten years older than her. And there was something familiar about his eyes. 

“Sorry. Again. Hopefully everything is still in working order. I wouldn’t want to ruin your weekend. I take it you’re also heading to Vancouver on the one thirty flight?”


“Well, we’ve still got a lot of time until departure, now that you’ve got your spiffy new pants, can I buy you a cup of coffee or something?”

“NO! No thanks. I’ve had enough caffeine for one day.”

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get one. You wore my last one. Meet you back in the lounge.”

“Don’t rush on my account.” He walked over and settled back into a seat to read his paper.

As she headed towards him a few minutes later, she noticed he shifted in his seat when he saw her. She surpressed a smile.  

“Keep that cup away from me woman.”

Jesse laughed. “Not to worry. You’re safe.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes as Jesse slurped her coffee through the small opening in the lid. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t throw it. But it’s Callum.”

 “That sounds Scottish or Irish or something.”

“Scottish. I was originally born in Scotland, but was adopted by a Canadian couple and ended up being raised here in Toronto. They kept my birth name.” He turned back to his newspaper, signalling an end to any conversation.  

 “Cool. My mom was born in Scotland. She came to Canada in her late teens, and settled in Vancouver after meeting my dad. That’s where I grew up.” She looked over at him, still engrossed in his paper. They sat in silence for a few minutes. But Jesse couldn’t help herself.

“So, did you ever want to know who your real mom was? I mean your biological mom. And why she gave you up? If I was adopted, I’d want to know.”

He slowly turned to her. “Well now, that’s a rather personal question.”

 “It’s two questions, actually. I was just curious. I thought the whole coffee in the crotch thing bonded us a little.”

He put down his paper and looked her in the eye. “If you must know I did find out who my biological mother is. I found her about eight months ago. We actually met recently.”

 “What happened? I mean, did she tell you why she gave you up?”

 “She was sixteen, and her parents forced her to put me up for adoption. A year later her parents were killed in a car crash. She didn’t see much of a future for herself in Glasgow, so she came to Canada to live with an elderly aunt.”

 “Wow. It’s so cool that you guys connected  and could start to know each other. Where does she live now? Jesse said, removing the lid of her cup to take a bigger sip.

 “Vancouver. That’s why I’m going there. She says now that we’ve met she wants to introduce me to the rest of her extended family. She hasn’t told me anything about them, and aside from her husband, they don’t know about me, so it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

 “Hey, I know Vancouver’s a big place, but since both of our moms are from Scotland, wouldn’t it be weird if they knew each other? What’s your mom’s name?”

 “Audrey Collins. Well Collins is her married name. They’re celebrating their thirtieth anniversary this weekend. That’s where I’m going actually. My grand entrance as the long lost son of Audrey is supposed to be the big surprise at the party.”

Jesse froze, her eyes widened. She turned to face him a little too quickly, her coffee spilling all over her lap.

Donna Guzik is an accidental business broadcast journalist. She currently freelances as a nationally syndicated business columnist with CBC Radio and occasionally takes to the ste as a humorous storyteller. Donna enjoys running, photography, cooking and a good glass of wine. She lives in Oakville, Ontario.

See Brian Henry's schedule hereincluding online and in-person writing workshops, weekly writing classes, and weekend retreats in Algonquin Park, Alliston, Bolton, Barrie, Brampton, Burlington, Caledon, Collingwood, Georgetown, Georgina, Guelph, Hamilton, Jackson’s Point, Kingston, Kitchener-Waterloo, London, Midland, Mississauga, Oakville, Ottawa, Peterborough, St. Catharines, Southampton, Sudbury, Toronto, Windsor, Woodstock, Halton, Muskoka, Peel, Simcoe, York Region, the GTA, Ontario and beyond.

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Post-lockdown schedule for writing workshops and retreats continues to change

Paige Sisley en-route to our 2018 workshop
in Collingwood
The pandemic turned my schedule upside down, and it continues to evolve. Here's what it looks like now:

Burlington: Raising the Stakes: How to increase your story's tension, Saturday, September 26. Details here.

For information on weekly writing classes starting this fall, see here

Online: How to Get Published with Evan Brown of Transatlantic Literary Agency, Saturday, Oct 3. Details here.
Online: How to Get Published with literary agent Paige Sisley of CookeMcDermid, Saturday, Oct 24. Details here.
Online: How to Write Great CharactersSaturday, Oct 31. Come in costume.  Details here.

Kelley Armstrong
OnlineHow to Write a Bestsellerwith New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong, Saturday, Nov 7. Details here.
Jackson's Point: Writing Retreat at the Briar's Resort on Lake Simcoe, Friday, Nov 13  Monday, Nov 16. Details here.

Online: Writing for Children and for Young Adults with
  Scholastic Books editor Anne Shone, Saturday, January 30. Details here

See Brian’s complete current schedule hereincluding writing workshops, weekly writing classes, and weekend retreats in, Bolton, Barrie, Brampton, Burlington, Caledon, Collingwood, Georgetown, Georgina, Guelph, Hamilton, Jackson’s Point, Kingston, Kitchener-Waterloo, London, Midland, Mississauga, Oakville, Ottawa, Peterborough, St. Catharines, Southampton, Sudbury, Toronto, Windsor, Woodstock, Halton, Muskoka, Peel, Simcoe, York Region, the GTA, Ontario and beyond.

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

“Sorry, not sorry” by Kaitlyn Moor

Every time I mention my gratitude for the pandemic, I stop to carefully overcorrect myself. I mean, really, how could I actually be thankful for a virus that has shut down our economy and has taken the lives of thousands?

“Oh, I don’t mean to say grateful.” I shake my head and laugh. “I mean, it’s a horrible thing to happen to the world and I hope things go back to normal soon. I’m just thankful for some of the extra time I have now.”

I can hear myself rambling, stumbling over well-intentioned but feigned words, and I’m not very convincing. Just the thought of life going back to “normal” causes the anxiety to start creeping in through my toes and up my legs, threatening to take up permanent residence in my body once again.

Before the world halted, I was living in fast-forward. If I wasn’t commuting for hours a day to the office to attend back-to-back meetings, I was rushing through an airport to catch my next business flight. And when I wasn’t working or commuting, I was planning for my next social event or distracting myself with television and chores.

Every day was a checklist I was efficiently working through from top to bottom until complete. I was spending any free time I did have in a constant state of stress, worrying about what came next to be certain not to miss anything. It seemed I was always packing or unpacking with one foot out the door.

Somehow, I had disappeared into the background of the life I had constructed and all that remained was an overscheduled, stretched thin, distracted shell of a human being. I had forgotten how to be present in my own life. Then, slowly at first, followed by a swift takeover, COVID-19 forced its way into my existence and everything changed.

The first actual indication that my life (and everyone’s life) was at the mercy of COVID-19 was when the company I work for announced that all travel would be cancelled indefinitely. Travel cancelled?! Indefinitely?! 

I couldn’t wrap my head around the magnitude of this announcement, so instead of letting it sink in I simply created another checklist: cancel flights, cancel car rentals, cancel hotel reservations, unpack bag, and on and on. Each time my computer asked me, “are you sure you want to cancel?” and I clicked the reply, “yes, I’m sure.” I could feel my shoulders start to relax.

The heavy stuff in the news still felt very distant and instead of feeling anxious I started to feel a wave of relief.

In the next chapter of the COVID-19 saga, when the government announced that everyone should be staying home and self-isolating, I allowed myself to cancel all of the weekend plans and evening activities that had enslaved me. Each time I tapped delete event from my phone’s calendar, I noticed my inhales starting to get a little deeper and my exhales beginning to grow a little longer. 

As the announcements continued: “You must now work from home indefinitely … the borders are closing indefinitely … no gatherings of more than 5 people … all restaurants and shopping centers must close….” Announcement by announcement, the world slowly shut down, and announcement by announcement I found myself feeling even more relief.

The pandemic had given me back my life. I found myself enjoying the little things and sweet moments in each day again, and I could feel my soul, my true self starting to resurface. I felt the breeze tickling my skin as I strolled along the lake; I noticed the smell of home in my partner’s neck when I nestled into him; I sipped coffee each day slowly and deliberately, trying to enjoy every sip of the strong magic that owned my mornings.

I was writing and painting again, the creative process reminding me of what I had lost in my busy life … myself.

The pandemic forced me to reconsider how I was living my life. Did I really need to travel as much as I was? When did I stop saying no to plans and visitors? Why had I felt so obligated to fill every minute of my life with noise? Life, as it turns out, is much more enjoyable when you slow it down and savor it.  Barreling through life made me sick, wore me down, stressed me out and dimmed my light. I remember this now.

Pandemics are scary. COVID-19 has taken many lives, forced apart families, shaken up plans, brought abuse into glaring focus, and derailed relationships. But it’s also forced us to spend time with ourselves. To spend time alone. Time to face our choices, thoughts, fears and emotions. What the pandemic did for me, was show me that I wasn’t really living awake. I was living distracted. And I see clearly now that living distracted is not really living at all.

The truth is, I am thankful for what the pandemic has given back to me and I will no longer apologize for feeling this way.

Kaitlyn Moor is an artist, nature-lover, dreamer and corporate professional. Writing has been her private form of expression for years which she is nervously thrilled to start sharing with others for the first time.

See Brian Henry's schedule hereincluding online and in-person writing workshops, weekly writing classes, and weekend retreats in Algonquin Park, Alliston, Bolton, Barrie, Brampton, Burlington, Caledon, Collingwood, Georgetown, Georgina, Guelph, Hamilton, Jackson’s Point, Kingston, Kitchener-Waterloo, London, Midland, Mississauga, Oakville, Ottawa, Peterborough, St. Catharines, Southampton, Sudbury, Toronto, Windsor, Woodstock, Halton, Muskoka, Peel, Simcoe, York Region, the GTA, Ontario and beyond.

Monday, September 14, 2020

Online workshop: Writing Kid Lit with guest Anne Shone, Executive Editor, Scholastic Books, Saturday, Jan 30

Wolf's Bane a YA novel by Kelley Armstrong,
a New York Times #1 bestselling author
and one of Brian's students

Writing for Children and for Young Adults
  ~ The world’s hottest market
With Scholastic Books Executive Editor
  ~ Anne Shone 
Saturday, January 30, 2021
12:30 – 5:00 p.m. {or maybe a bit later}
Online via Zoom and accessible wherever there’s Internet

If you want to write the next best-selling children’s books or just want to create stories for your own kids, this workshop is for you. Learn how to write stories kids and young adults will love and find out what you need to know to sell your book. Be sure to bring all your questions – we'll have lots of time for interaction.
Special option: Participants are invited to submit the opening couple pages (first 500 words) of your children’s book or young adult novel (or up to 750 words if that gets you to the end of your picture book or to the end of your first chapter.) Email your pages to me  prior to our workshop. We want to do some peer critiquing for everyone, and Anne and I will publically critique several submissions, at least half a dozen, so everyone can see what works, what doesn’t and how to improve your story-telling. If you’re not currently working on a children’s story, don’t worry, we’ll get you started on the spot! ~Brian
Guest speaker Anne Shone is the Executive Editor at Scholastic Canada, where she acquires books for publication. Scholastic Canada does not usually accept un-agented manuscripts, unless you’ve heard Anne speak at a workshop, so for anyone considering submitting to Scholastic, this workshop is a great opportunity.  
Anne has worked in book publishing for over twenty-five years, concentrating on children’s books for the last fifteen. In that time, she has worked with many of Canada’s top children’s book authors and illustrators. 
Recent highlights include: picture books (Friends for Real by Ted Staunton, illustrated by Ruth Ohi; Can You Imagine? by Wallace Edwards; and Nibi’s Water Song by Sunshine Tenascoc , illustrated by Chief Lady Bird); novels (My Best Friend and Other Illusions by Suri Rosen; Waiting Under Water by Riel Nason; and the Almost Epic Squad series); nonfiction (Keep Up, Katmai by Barrett Hedges and Pili Palm-Leis; and It Seemed Like a Good Idea….  by Ted Staunton and Will Staunton), to name just a few. 
Workshop leader Brian Henry has been a book editor, author, and creative writing instructor for more than 25 years. He publishes Quick Brown Fox, Canada’s most popular blog for writers and is the author of a children’s version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (Tribute Publishing Inc). But his proudest boast is that he’s has helped many of his students get published. 
"Brian’s the real deal.  He isn't just an inspiring teacher – he's plugged into the publishing world! He got me an agent who sold my first novel, to publishers around the world.  My 13th novel, The Awakening – a YA urban fantasy –  hit number 1 on the New York Times bestsellers list. Currently, Random House Canada, Bantam U.S. and Little Brown in Britain have contracted my next seven books.  So it looks like I’ll be writing for a while."
~ Kelley Armstrong, Aylmer, Ontario
P.S. Kelley and I will be doing an online workshop "How to Write a Bestseller," on Saturday, November 7. Details here
Read reviews of Brian’s classes and workshops here.

Fee: $43.36 + 13% hst = $49paid in advance by mail or Interac
To reserve a spot now, email:

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See Brian’s complete current schedule hereincluding online and in-person writing workshops, weekly writing classes, and weekend retreats in Algonquin Park, Alliston, Bolton, Barrie, Brampton, Burlington, Caledon, Collingwood, Georgetown, Georgina, Guelph, Hamilton, Jackson’s Point, Kingston, Kitchener-Waterloo, London, Midland, Mississauga, Oakville, Ottawa, Peterborough, St. Catharines, Southampton, Sudbury, Toronto, Windsor, Woodstock, Halton, Muskoka, Peel, Simcoe, York Region, the GTA, Ontario and beyond.

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Two reviews of Green Ghost, Blue Ocean – No Fixed Address by Jennifer M. Smith

Nik and Jennifer aboard Green Ghost
Green Ghost, Blue Ocean, reviewed by Colleen Mitchell Robinson

Pottersfield Press (2020), 304 pages, paperback, $21.95. Order your copy from your favourite book store or directly from the distributor, Nimbus publishing, here.

When I met Jennifer Smith, on Zoom at a Brian Henry writing class, she seemed quite average.  Petite, blonde, pleasant, and calm, she struck me as someone I could have coffee with on a Tuesday morning and talk about home renovations or the latest Netflix release. 

But just below the surface, she harboured a secret.

Over a span of seventeen years, Jennifer circumnavigated the globe with her husband Nik, aboard Green Ghost, their forty-foot sailboat. 

Suddenly, I was in awe.

At the age of three, I was mesmerized by a pop-up book of ancient schooners that told the tale of pirates and explorers.  The waves and sea creatures surrounding the boats were terrifying, while the sails on the wooden masts looked powerful and proud.  As I grew, books like Peter Pan, Moby Dick, and the Kon-Tiki Expedition drew me into the world of the sea, and I have been captivated ever since.

So when Jennifer shared her experience with our writing class, I couldn’t wait to read her book. 

Green Ghost, Blue Ocean isn’t fanciful like my childhood stories, but it is fascinating.  In a relatable, honest style, Jennifer describes the challenges of crossing the Pacific, tacking around Australia and Indonesia, braving the Indian Ocean, exploring Africa, and finally sailing across the Atlantic to her home port in Canada.

With humble grace and pragmatic style, Jennifer recounts the unglamorous aspects of sailing (think cockroaches and sea sickness), while at the same time, shares the wonder of a silent night under a thousand stars in the middle of an inky black ocean.  She describes the magic of sea life in every corner of the planet, and openly conveys the drama and joy of life in a confined space with her partner.   

Beyond the journey itself, Jennifer layers on stories of human relationships.  She describes meeting other off-shore sailors as strangers, and the comfort of leaving port as old friends.  In a world surrounded by whales and waves, fellow cruisers became her second family.  She also introduces us to local people from every continent, and arrives at the conclusion that we’re pretty much the same all over the world, in spite of our differences. 

As I read each chapter, I became more and more engrossed in her real-life adventure.  The book succinctly covered 40,000 nautical miles, but I suspected each page could have unfolded into a dozen more stories, like an old-fashioned map expanding across a kitchen table.

On a practical level, I learned a great deal about the technical aspects of sailing.  The maps illustrating her journey, and the glossary defining nautical terms, were fabulous tools to refer to as I progressed. 

In the end, I saw parts of the world through Jennifer’s eyes that I will never see through my own. 

There is only thing that Jennifer doesn’t directly acknowledge in her book, so I’ll mention it here in my review.  She doesn’t give herself credit for the self-discipline, focus and hard work it took to complete this sail.  The stamina and persistence needed to fulfill her dream left me incredulous, and I have immense respect for her accomplishment.

When Jennifer describes snorkeling in an atoll in French Polynesia, swimming with sharks, moray eels and barracuda, she says that “gliding over that underwater world, I felt like Superman.”

Jennifer – I’ll let you in on a secret.  In my eyes, you are Superman.

It just goes to show that you really can’t judge a book by its cover.
Colleen Mitchell Robinson is exploring creativity in her new hometown of Collingwood, along with kayaking, vegetarian cooking, and an occasional glass of wine by the bay.

Note: Jennifer M. Smith will again be a guest speaker for the “Writing Personal Stories” class on Tuesday evenings this fall, starting Oct 13. Details here.

Note: Quick Brown Fox welcomes your book reviews – or any kind of review of anything, of anywhere or of anybody. If you want to review your favourite coffee shops or libraries, babysitters or lovers (no real names please), go for it. See examples of book reviews here (and scroll down); other reviews here (and scroll down). Read about how to write a book review here.
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Green Ghost, Blue Ocean, 
      reviewed by Beverley Wilhelm

Jennifer and Nik

I heard about Green Ghost, Blue Ocean – No Fixed Address by Jennifer M. Smith three times in one week: though a New Book notice in Quick Brown Fox, then through the marina newsletter where Jennifer had moored Green Ghost and then learned Jennifer would be a guest speaker at the Writing Personal Stories class I’d signed up for

Clearly this was not just a coincidence – I was meant to read Jennifer’s book, and I’m glad I did.

Jennifer’s descriptive writing style and easy to understand accounts of her sailboat experiences and adventures kept my attention right from the beginning.  It was almost as if I was travelling along with Jennifer on her journey.

She describes her joy of sailing with her husband, Nik, and how the two of them worked as a team to sail across the world. Their journey began in the year 2000 from Vancouver. They sailed across the Pacific Ocean all the way to Australia.  From there, they crossed the Indian Ocean to Indonesia, then all the way to South Africa with an interesting adventure in Madagascar along the way. From South Africa, they sailed across the Atlantic to Venezuela.

Their sailing adventures continued in the Caribbean and the Gulf of Mexico to Florida. From Florida, they sailed up the Atlantic coast, then down the St. Lawrence Seaway to wind up in Hamilton — their final destination. What an adventure!

The book includes a few black and white photos of their sailboat at sea and a few memorable photos on land. Throughout the book, Jennifer includes route maps and dates of their travels.

During their travel, they docked at many marinas for either a short visit on land or sometimes months and years.  Jennifer describes the joys and challenges both at sea and on land.  She also shares the numerous encounters with people from all over the world.  I especially liked what Jennifer wrote when she did not want to leave a treasured place: “I’ve always believed that it’s better to leave when you long to stay than to stay ‘til you can’t wait to go.”  

Jennifer’s travel memoir includes much humour and heartfelt emotion.  I could picture myself on their sailboat as I read the book – enjoying the calmness of the sea and not sure I could handle the strong ocean waves. 

For the most part, Jennifer stays away from technical details and provides a wonderful glossary of sailing terms at the end of the book.

I am glad that Jennifer and Nik were fortunate to travel the world by sailboat before the Covid19 pandemic, and that I was fortunate to have such excellent at-home reading during the pandemic.

Beverley Wilhelm is a retired Early Childhood Educator.  She enjoys reading memoirs and personal stories.  Her passion for photography and writing keep her busy when she is not spending time with her family and friends.  This is Beverley’s first book review.  She would welcome the challenge to read and write more book reviews.
See Brian Henry's schedule hereincluding online and in-person writing workshops, weekly writing classes, and weekend retreats in Algonquin Park, Alliston, Bolton, Barrie, Brampton, Burlington, Caledon, Collingwood, Georgetown, Georgina, Guelph, Hamilton, Jackson’s Point, Kingston, Kitchener-Waterloo, London, Midland, Mississauga, Oakville, Ottawa, Peterborough, St. Catharines, Southampton, Sudbury, Toronto, Windsor, Woodstock, Halton, Muskoka, Peel, Simcoe, York Region, the GTA, Ontario and beyond.