As I have mentioned once or twice here on my blog, I used to play the beautiful game known as rugby. I started playing in grade nine, courtesy of my dad encouraging me to try out for the team against my mother’s wishes, and I am forever indebted to him for pushing me toward what … More The power of past sports nostalgia
There have been a few instances in my life in which I have been told I have an old soul. The first time I was told this, I was a little taken aback and wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret the comment. Did this mean I acted like an old woman? Do I look that … More Do you feel like you belong in a different time?