Old potatoes. Rumpled beets. Organic carrots. Roasted peppers in a pot. Packs and packs of miso. Those were a few of the things you could find on my fridge a week ago. The kind…
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Bozo beach. That’s how my parents named the house they bought by the sea, in honour of my dad’s deceased dog. Just by the name of the place, you already know something’s going on.…
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Milk n Bone. If you haven’t heard of this fabulous group, you have to. They are the next big thing. A 100% Mile-End product. We do some pretty amazing stuff in Montreal, and Milk…
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I was mad. Oh, so mad. I was running around, trying my best to make things happen for one of my projects, and it didn’t seem to work. I was done. I was ready…
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I knew it wasn’t a good idea. I know I should never have stepped onto that scale. But the temptation was too strong: I just can’t resist a good weighing. The anticipation: how much…
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The cards tell me, the stars too. Three Major Arcanas in my last tarot spread: they speak louder than words. The Major Arcana means profound opportunities, challenges or turning points ahead. As if I…
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August 1997. I’m almost eight, but it’s already my fourth season as a softball player. Yes, I started at four, a bit earlier than my teammates. I was so young when I played the…
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I love laughing. Who doesn’t? Authentic laughter is the synonym of childhood to me. It brings me back to times of innocence and pure joy. Bursts of laughter are hard to mimic, they have…
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I have always loved stories. For as long as I can remember, I have been surrounded by books. When I couldn’t discover by myself the wonders waiting for me, my parents would read to…
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I want to be loved. Who doesn’t? Except I am willing sometimes to go above and beyond to get that appreciation. I try my best to bring positive energy into the room, to smile,…
