As I disagree with Donald Trump on everything, I’ve decided to do something about it. Read more
Toronto’s bike sharing program– formerly known as Bixi– was characterized by massive, clunky black bikes that exhausted looking tourists– hoping for a whimsical zip through the downtown of the city– could be seen walking along the side of the road. Read more
On the subway the other day I stood up to offer an older woman–but not really that much older than me– my seat. Read more
The other day I was at the end of the line. Read more
As the subway doors opened a tiny, incredibly ancient Asian woman stepped outside of the car.
It was near rush hour and the subway car was pretty close to full. Standing near to me were a man and a woman. They were so close together that their faces were just inches apart, their bodies merely one breath from touching.
Heading east on the Bloor subway line a woman is hunched over reading a paperback copy of Pride and Prejudice.
It had been ages since my last driver’s lesson and I have to admit I was kind of excited to get behind the wheel and see Alpas, my driving instructor, again. Read more