If you are sick, and you don’t go into the office basically this whole past week, does that mean you don’t exist? Maybe not. But it sure feels like it. Hello cabin fever. Hello mushy muscles and greasy hair.

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Jonathan hesitates outside my bedroom. He enters my room: not without his reservations and shuffles a little closer to the foot of my bed, and consequently where I am currently lying. He’s holding an assortment of notebooks. My little brother…

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A little blurb I only discovered tonight: December 26, 2014. Here in Old Montréal visiting my God parents. Next to my legit parents, these folks are ones that have known me for almost as long – potentially minutes after my…

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Two years ago this past August, my mother and I ventured on a cross country trek in my brother’s Jeep across Canada. We drove west from southwestern Ontario to Vancouver, BC over the course of two weeks, and then down…

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Two years ago this past August, my mother and I ventured on a cross country trek in my brother’s Jeep across Canada. We drove west from southwestern Ontario to Vancouver, BC over the course of two weeks, and then down to…

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An excerpt in progress: Another fork in the road, but we keep on dreaming.* A lyric from a classic 90s duo (check out their frosted tips) known as Savage Garden. As I write this chapter, I am reflecting on today’s events…

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