Standing outside on the sidewalk in front of our office yesterday, Rob made the comment “watching out for white vans?”. What first struck me as insensitive and gallows humour, it turns out he was seeing that both of us were watching, staring down the sidewalk, literally looking for white vans. I’ve gone from praying that... Continue Reading →
This morning’s coffee conversation with Linda was, not surprisingly, work related. After all we are not only life partners, but business partners. Linda is taking a foundation course in digital media marketing at the University of Toronto and was preparing an assignment, a digital brief for a marketing campaign. As part of the process she... Continue Reading →
I haven’t gotten to the point that I’m ready to wear compression tights to my twice weekly yoga classes, in part because I’m not sure I’m ready to reveal the front bulge. Mind you, wearing loose and baggy yoga wear can be frustrating because far too many poses leave you tangled up and tripping on... Continue Reading →
Yoga: love the idea, but not sure it’s for me. Tonight, is the night. I’ve decided to break the seal and attend my first yoga class. I don’t have to tell you that every bit of my acquired masculine identity is screaming “no, no, no.” As much as I want to suck it up and... Continue Reading →
Sitting in my dental hygienist’s chair gripping the arm rests to the point that I was ready to rip the leatherette and stuffing away from the steel frame, I had to keep willing myself to be calm and breathe. Laying supine with my mouth gaping open while some dude was poking, and scraping, isn’t the... Continue Reading →
