Dan Needles
Author and playwright Dan Needles is a recipient of the Leacock Medal for Humour and the Order of Canada. He lives on a small farm in Nottawa.
Like Manna from Heaven
There is a lot of waiting around with mushrooms, just like there is in the military or the theatre or government roadwork.
Road Rage Comes to Town
For generations the only people in Canada who had a good word to say about Toronto were the ones living there. Now thousands of them have left to live here.
It’s the End of the World … Again
As a scribbler I have always walked down the sunny side of the concession roads.
Who You Gonna Call?
A country house has a lot of moving parts that can stop moving at any moment.
No Cause for Alarm
Given the choice between a Rolex watch and a 1948 Champion root pulper that weighs 500 pounds and needs sharpening, the burglar is more likely to take the watch.
When The Spirit Moves
I often tell my writing students that they are unlikely to get better at writing, but it is possible to get better at not writing.
Trying to be More Like Dexter
Dexter wants us to believe he keeps us safe from coyotes, but this is a harmless fiction. The truth is he craves news and gossip as much as any of us.
A Halfway Henhouse
Chicken police from the provincial marketing board patrol the neighbourhood in big black Escalades.
A One-Horse Open Sleigh
In the haymow I found a red sleigh built by the McLaughlin Carriage Company about 1910, and I took it home to my own haymow 30 miles north where it sat forgotten for another 27 years.
Keeping the Mind Free of Reptiles
Science now agrees that changing your mind actually improves brain health.
Retirement Advice for the Self-employed Landowner
Age 65 came and went without a gold watch or a cake, or any of those earnest speeches assuring me how much I would be missed.
Champlain Slept Here
There was something totally manic about Champlain. He crossed the Atlantic some 27 times without losing a shipmate.
Finding Traction on the Backroads
You made up your mind between one or the other when you turned 16 and you drove that make for the rest of your life. If you drove a Toyota into town, as I did, you would be watched …
The View from the Top
People seldom bother you when you are up 20 feet painting an eavestrough, just as they don’t come near you when you are beekeeping or forking steamy piles of manure.
Varmints at the Gate
Coyotes are like hotel burglars. They won’t force a lock, but if a door is left open, they will slip in and strip the place to the walls.
Retreating from the Retreat
For most of the century before I arrived, this old house hosted a parade of smoker-drinker-carnivores who poured Paris green arsenic on their potato plants and thought cleansing of any kind was weakening.
The Case for Civility
That made me think – grumpy old middle-class white guys who live in the country?
Signs the Bubble May Burst
“Painted barns are a symptom of an overheated economy, just like the whiz kids driving around downtown Toronto in a BMW with two payments made on it.”



