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The Power of Red!

I complimented a woman at the gym on her hair. “Thank you!” She tittered. “It takes time, but so does my body. I have to come here EVERY DAY if I want to maintain. I mean, that’s all it is now, at our age.” Wait, was I her age? “It’s constant. The second you stop, the...

The Sex Talk

Weary parents filed into the library, eschewing responsibilities of soccer night or book club in order to find out what exactly our kids would be hearing over the next few days. They were going to have the “sex talk”, not by us, but in a packaged and appropriately...

Twas the Eve of St. Butt-crack

“Mom, Santa is real, right?” My daughter asked me imploringly, looking up with wide eyes. These things always happen at inopportune moments. Lying, that is. “Of course he is, “I smiled convincingly, putting bagels into the grocery cart and hoping I was pulling it off....

Pointing the finger. No, the other finger

I was perusing the gossip magazines while going through the grocery queue, the ones you only read when you’re stuck in line (and at the hairdressers). You feel really guilty about it too, because you know you’ve actually killed a few brain cells digesting the news of...

Pencil it in

“I need more humour in my life,” my girlfriend stated with a sigh. She expressed what we all, at times, feel: a good laugh is needed, but seems hard to come by. We decided to take decisive action; share silly internet links, go and watch live comedy, send random texts...