Since Sunday, there have been hundreds to thousands of demonstrators gathered each day outside the office where I work. While it doesn't happen all the time, we do get a disproportionate number of rallies and protests, as a government agency and probably more relevantly, as a neighbour to t . . . (More)

He had that secret smile ... that sort of half-laughter that tugs at the corners of your mouth but you are enjoying yourself too much to let others share. He could see I was my usual bundle-of-nerves self, with my usual yearning to escape any conversation possible -- I had unthinki . . . (More)

One of the most truly awkward "awkward" moments I've ever endured occurred during a lunch with co-workers. The topic of ethnic foods sprang up, and it went around the table, everyone contributing their experience of exotic culintary experiences (mostly Indian and Greek). I hadn't show . . . (More)

There's this dress.It's very pretty, and made from some deliciously cool, liquid, flowing material ideal for hot summer days. The print is an oversized take on Burberry check -- warm trench, white, black, and turquoise -- enlarged until the colours become like Benday dots, and only a fracti . . . (More)

In his office, William Fletcher has a sleek, black leather futon bed. On it is one small cushion swathed in soft, suede-like wool in an elegant shade of charcoal grey. He always leaves his door opened, and is never in when I wander by with the seven a.m. draft; no one is.  It is puzzlin . . . (More)