At five, I fell in love with basketball. Continue reading
It’s our anniversary. Break out the fancy cutlery and set the table for two. Pour some snappy chardonnay and warm the brie. Iron the satin sheets and dim those lights. Put on that shirt I love you in. Or put on that nothing I love you in.
It’s our anniversary, blog reader-people. Our 50th anniversary. Ours. You and me. You and Irving, although now it’s like I’m describing some mysterious love triangle, and everyone knows triangles get beyond complicated, major quick.
So let’s keep it PG. Since it’s our 50th, tradition says you have to get us (me) something gold. Great – I’ll take anything gold (except golden loonie chocolates. Ick). Irving will take something gold too. He can turn it into hipster man-bling; gold is so mainstream, it must be ironic by now, right? Continue reading
It took me about forty-five minutes to read through Lang Leav’s Love & Misadventure. Afterwards I went for walk and picked up some food. Then, I sat down and read it again, and again, and again. I’ve read it in bed, in a coffee shop, on the train, with a cup of tea and a pint of ice cream. Continue reading
Sometimes we need a solid and swift kick in the butt. Sometimes we need an injection of inspiration into our veins. Sometimes we need this sort of thing to come from an unfamiliar voice. Continue reading
I’m not sure if last Friday night was real. Continue reading
I know it’s been awhile since there was a blog post – the entire month of July and August in fact, but who’s keeping track? Our hiatus wasn’t planned but in hindsight sorely needed. So what happened? Did Superman Week annihilate us? Did the end of the NBA/NHL seasons give us nothing to talk about? To be honest, life happened. Continue reading