Author - Preston Pouteaux

In my office hangs an illustration of ’Saint Fred, the Neighbourly.’ To millions of people, Fred Rogers represents the very best of us. With patience and...

I used to live near a sprawling park with lumpy hills, clusters of trees and a puddle-for-a-pond. My wife and I had walked through that park a hundred times...

When I was a boy I remember when a special kiosk was set up in our local mall. Surrounding it were people, heads tilted, eyes crossed, looking at strange...

My grandfather retired to the small community of Herbert, Saskatchewan where he lived for about 20 years before passing away. He had spent years farming south...

There is a fascinating Danish word that I appreciate on cold nights. ‘Hygge’ means to get cozy, light a fire, play some warm music, pour some tea and curl up...

The in-between life of our neighbourhoods is often made up of ordinary stuff. Errands, texts, coffee, meal prep, trips to the mailbox, school-work, and...

Most of our neighbourhoods are made up of ‘in-between’ spaces. Alleys, boulevards, ditches, power-lines, and service ways are unused and not easily appreciated...