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Billy Bishop airport, which sits tiny and sweet on Toronto Island, has the feel of a Fisher Price toy.
The other day my wife Rachelle and I took our son Jones to the Royal Ontario Museum.
Every park seems to have one.
As of this writing, I am on day 7 of a 6 week stint at a pulmonary rehabilitation facility.
These are the texts messages I sent my wife in a recent conversation:
These are the text messages I sent to my wife Rachelle the other day:
In the foyer of the Toronto Western Hospital, a woman slightly past middle-age pushed a man in a wheelchair.
Just over a month ago Rachelle and I welcomed our first child, Jones, into the world.
A friend of mine is a third grade teacher