What goes on in the minds of men and why don’t I have better access to it?

I remember losing my tonsils when I was 5 or 6, and how sad I was to not be able to eat the chocolate cake slide my mom brought me to the hospital. In those days you had to be tough enough to stay by yourself, put up with the pain, and chew Asper-gum whose appeal faded with alarming speed.

Then there’s the appendix.

It started as a challenge amongst friends but turned out so rich in memories that I had to share with all of you in hopes you’ll launch your own version!

Do you have a favourite number, colour, day of the week? If I had to guess, the vast majority of you wouldn’t pick Monday.

This summer, Canadians are staycationing like mad so I have an iconic spot to suggest for your itinerary. Let’s do the time-warp again.

Sometimes events in the public eye are so personally gripping that you mull them and turn them over and over, attemptingto make sense of them.

If your work brings you joy, why should you ever quit doing it? All the people I spoke to in this piece are enjoying what they do, as do I.

Just because you take a mindless vacay, doesn’t mean your brain isn’t processing the lassitude around you and coming up with theories about virtually everything. Or is that just me? Let’s go to Mexico and find out.

I would love to hear a story about a significant meeting in your life. Message me for the deets! Standing by for more.

There are lots of scary things in the world right now, which I won’t bother enumerating because you all know what they are. One new bogeyman, whose head has recently crested my horizon, is all too familiar.