The Space Between

Channelling Sean Connery

IMG_8659 BWWhen I was growing up, Sean Connery was the ultimate in cool and so was my father. Still devilishly handsome and charming in that Double O Seven kind of way, Dad has traded his tailored suits for chinos and a golf hat, but he still gets the double-take wherever he goes.

As one of 6 kids, I used to beg Dad to drive me to school so I could have him to myself for 5 minutes. He had the hottest car in the neighbourhood, and a single appearance at the school elevated my own cool factor dramatically.

Being a teenager with a dad like mine had its benefits. The popular girls wanted to be my BFFs and hang out at my house in case he might be home, and the boys who professed to me their undying love really just hoped they’d get a ride in his Beemer. But I wasn’t picky – I checked my pride at the door, basking in the glory, however short-lived, of awesome popularness.

At 38, Dad moved the family to England, shifting gears from the study of how to make money to the study of theology, and became a more outwardly compassionate and generous human being. On top of being successful, funny, handsome and charming, he was now hell bent on being a ‘good person’. How was any guy ever going to compete with that? And therein lies the rub of being a daughter with a father like mine. No guy ever does measures up, or so I thought.

Serious Boyfriend #1 was 21 to my 16. He was dangerous and distracting in that young Mickey Rourke kind of way, and had me convinced that true love = sex. After following him to Fort St. John for a year, I realized the dead end road I was on and packed a U-Haul to go in search of my self-respect.

Wonderful Husband #1 was a sweet and kind man who worshipped the ground I walked on, something I obviously needed after Serious Boyfriend #1. Five years later when it became apparent that adoration was not enough to keep the home fires burning, my dad was there to help me through the train wreck that had become my life.

Serious Boyfriend #2 was a guy who had my dad in spades. Handsome, charming, successful – and in love with me! Worked pretty well until he decided he actually wasn’t in love with me anymore, and would I mind if he packed his congas and moved to Texas.

Meantime, my parents divorced, my dad moved to Vancouver, and for the first time in my life, I saw him struggle with his. He eventually remarried (to a wonderful woman my mom introduced him to) and came out the other side a wiser, contemplative, more emotionally available man. Oh, and he got a dog. And started to phone me on a pretty regular basis to tell me he loved me.

Fast forward to 2014 and I can honestly say that my dad and I are more like friends than we are father/daughter. I’ve taken him off the pedestal I put him on, and see him now for who he really is. A perfectly flawed human being just like me, intent on leaving the world a little better than how we found it.

Footnote:  Serious Boyfriend #3 became Wonderful Husband #2 and is nothing like my dad— except for the handsome, charming, smart, creative, funny part—and he looks more like Clive Owen than Sean Connery. 


In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (, and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

11 comments on “Channelling Sean Connery

  1. tmcconnell

    lovely post, ali

    • Thanks Trevorsito. I loved finding the photos, kinda blew me away! Enjoy your own dad’s day xo

      • I think that requires a video post lol. Although I seem to recall in more detail, his rendition of the lion in the Wizard of Oz, singing “I am the king of the foreeeeest!”

  2. Don’t forget the Tom Jones dance moves!

  3. Awww Ali. Wonderfully written and always interesting to hear your perspective from an older sis place! Clive Owen and Leonard Cohen. Rob? Marlborough Man/Tom Selleck perhaps!

  4. What does yomimi yo mean??

    • I needed a proper ‘name’ for my blog, and given blogging in and of itself is a rather self indulgent means of expression, i came up with the spanish equivalent of I-me-me-I, or Yo-mi-mi-Yo!

      • I definitely see the Tom Selleck thing! Would love to hear your 2nd youngest, brown cheeks perspective. Thx for reading 😉

  5. Beautifully written Ali.

  6. tammycote

    Beautifully written Ali

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