Category: The James Ross

Shaken Not Stirred

I don’t know about you, but whenever I’m doing something active and exciting, I hear the James Bond theme song playing in my head.  You know, like when I’m downhill skiing, the familiar John Ba... read more

GOOGLE IT!

The art of storytelling is taking a hit.  I don’t mean the kind of story that you sit down at your desk and write.  I mean the type of story that you make up as you are driving along the road to t... read more

Leave it to Beaver

A friend of mine was attacked by a beaver.  Now, don’t laugh, it’s true.  He told us so himself.  We were at the cottage and there were a few of us, outdoor types, sitting around the campfire e... read more

Killer Rabbit

I got attacked by a killer rabbit the other day.  No, no – don’t laugh, I’m being serious here.  It was a dangerous affair.  To make matters worse, it wasn’t even a three foot hare that put... read more

Christmas in Muskoka

I sometimes wonder how certain traditions come to be. I am, in fact, wondering now, as I hang precariously off the roof of my Muskoka home. My upper torso is suspended in space beyond the eaves... read more

Leave it to Beaver

A friend of mine was attacked by a beaver.  Now, don’t laugh, it’s true.  He told us so himself.  We were at the cottage and there were a few of us, outdoor types, sitting around the campfire e... read more

Driven to Distraction

My sixteen year old son has started driving.  Now, I don’t mean to scare my readers by telling you this.  I do not in any way mean to infer that the roads of Cottage Country have become less safe.... read more

They Call Me THE JAMES ROSS!

They call me “The James Ross.” “What do you think of theJamesRoss.ca for your domain,” asked my web guru in all seriousness.  I had hired him to help me put together a personal writer’s ... read more