Two weeks ago, we went to a Blue Jays baseball game with our son in order to celebrate my Dad's 73rd birthday. Reader, I am not a sports fan. At best, I find sports boring. At worst, I find them to be unfortunate displays of some of the worst traits of humanity. Hyperbole? Perhaps. But... Continue Reading →
A Kid at the Cottage
We took our son to my family's cottage for the first time in his life this year. I'd delayed it until this year due to my own anxieties about dangers both real and imagined that could potentially lurk in the relative wilderness (despite my having spent so much time there as a child myself... I didn't say... Continue Reading →