For those of you who don’t know, I was raised by a single father. My mother lived, for most of my life, a plane-ride away. Parenting is tough. I didn’t realize how tough until I was a parent. Sure, my dad had help in the form of his own parents and a nanny. My......
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It wasn’t modest and it wasn’t grand. Our house was just right. We lived on a quiet cul-de-sac in Northwestern Ontario, my dad, brother and myself. We were a busy family with two dogs and a house that some might term a hub. Our Dad was willing to buy chips and pop so our home quickly......
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