I was raised in Montreal, and lived most of my life in the city of a hundred bell towers. When I was a teenager, my father worked as a superintendent in a posh downtown highrise located in the Golden Square Mile. It paid little, but it provided our family with a roof over our heads. … Continue reading
My initial foray into fatherhood was successful. The Terrible Twos and the Tantrum Threes were clever alliterations fabricated by failing parents to conceal their inadequacies as caregivers. I met my wife right about the time I self-proclaimed myself father of the year. On May 23rd 2009, we caught The National in concert, sang/laughed/danced in unison with Matt Berninger, drove … Continue reading