My Dad taught me how to play chess, probably in Grade 6. Before the year ended I was beating him, as it wasn’t something he focused on. For a long time, I had the rules written out on a piece of yellowed paper by his own hand. In pencil. I’m not sure where...
Watching my son’s first mixed martial arts fight was everything I suspected it would be – intense, brutal and bloody. Many asked: “What were you thinking or feeling as your boy stepped into a cage to fight?” I tried writing a piece after the Jan. 28 match but it...