When I was 11 years old, I went to summer camp for the first-time. This wasn’t your average YMCA “let’s get rid of the kids for the day “camp but one of those overnight experiences where parents drop their children off in the middle of nowhere for a few weeks, leave them in the care… READ MORE »
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Not long ago, I was promoted to Associate Editor at the local Toronto magazine where I had been working as an Assistant Online Editor. Shortly after receiving the news, I cried at my desk. They were not tears of joy. No. These were snot-is-coming-out-of-my-nose-running-into-my-mouth tears. These were I-am-an-uglier-crier-than-James-Van-der-Beek tears.
My co-worker sent me… READ MORE »