I work out of the Centre for Social Innovation and they recently moved into a brand new building. The washrooms are individual stalls and in my current state, I was very glad for this. It means I could cry silently to myself and no one would know.
Read MoreDid you ever have one of those therapy sessions where you leave the office and your head is in a swirl of confusion, yet clarity? You stumble down the street and you’re not so much weaving in and around the rush hour foot traffic, but stealthily navigating successfully in an unconscious haze?
Maybe it was just me.
Read MoreThere’s a running dispute about how long we have been running Stories We Don’t Tell. Last year we celebrated four years, this year we’re celebrating four years. Is it four or five? It doesn’t really matter at this point because all I know is that I’ve loved every minute of however many years we’ve been doing this event.
Read MoreWalking home from an event last week, I really wanted a shawarma sandwich. Like, would have died for one at that point. The problem was that the trajectory I was taking home had no shawarma place along the route. A magic coincidence occurred. I hit Queen and Bathurst and a shawarma place appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. It had a makeshift sign out front and inside was still half renovated.
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