The other day I spread sections of the newspaper I knew I was done with (business and sports, incase that’s not obvious) on a corner of our dining room table. I retrieved our little basket of shoe polish, cloths and brushes and grabbed my boots from inside our front door. It was time once again […]
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I may have told this story before, but once, when I was a kid reading in bed, my sister burst into my room to say “Your room is on fire you idiot!” Which wasn’t strictly true. It was just my beloved rabbit puppet which, in an early attempt at decor, I had sat atop my
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The other night I sat on my bed, trying to look like I wasn’t sitting on my bed, and met online with a group of new friends. Almost everyone, as it turned out, was perched on their bed or sitting in their bedrooms. When houses are full, this is where women go to zoom. Megan,
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The other day, when we were driving aimlessly around Ottawa, Brent turned to me and said, “What is the song in the whole world you would most like to hear right now?” “Jackson,” I replied, obviously. He quickly found it on Spotify and Johnny Cash and June Carter were there with us. “Well, go on
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To sleep tonight, I had to write an article today. It felt a little bit like climbing a mountain to get to that beautiful valley tucked in its shadow on the other side, except with notes and highlighters and my laptop and no actual valley, and a little bit of a messy house. “I need
I’d like to share with you about the thing we call Reward Night Read More »
