I used to call her my favourite fan, not that is was any huge secret or some sort of special pet name no one knew about. The first time I called her my favourite, she blushed so fierecely, I could see her ears turn a light shade of pink when she bashfully tucked her short sun streaked bobbed hair behind them the way she'd do when she was nervous ( Read more... )

Surprise guests are truly the best kind ( Read more... )

[I'm sorry. This got really long and usually I don't use a cut tag but I'll spare you the excessiveness of this post. I didn't mean to write this much and I don't expect people to even bother it but HI! Thanks for stopping by ( Read more... )

When you live in a house with a woman who is 9 months pregnant, the thought that you may actually get some sleep isn't one that you carry with you. It's more like the loose change in your pocket that you might have the chance to use but are more likely to lose it or simply toss it aside. I'm not implying that I would like to toss my wife and ( Read more... )

On the flight home from Montréal, I slumped my body down into the plush leather seats where I'd make myself comfortable for the next 10 hours, choosing to sit away from the window where I couldn't watch the city fade as we flew further way from it. I could close my eyes but I knew that tucked underneath in the white blanket of clouds was part of ( Read more... )

Patrice's youngest daughter came into the dining room where my wife Johanna and I were having breakfast and her tiny mouth smiled up at me with an innocence that you can only see in the eyes of a 4 year old. I immediately noticed that in her arms she was carrying a large black and white book that I recognised as the one filled with pictures from ( Read more... )

She was young but I wasn't sure just how young. They're always old enough, especially in New York where it seems there's no one under 20 ( Read more... )

Bristol, Tennessee is hardly how I imagined my Summer vacation. They say the temperature was scorching in Turkey for this afternoon's race. I wouldn't know because I was packing my things in Tennessee, home of Jack Daniels ( Read more... )

Pour faire un bon mariage, il faut que le mari soit sourd et la femme aveugle...I remember the first time Johanna saw the cross hanging from around my neck. The long parts were still clean but like any object of affection, when rubbed the wrong way against sweaty flesh, time will only tarnish it. Nothing is that perfect or clean, even a simple ( Read more... )

Il pecato nascosto; mezzo perdonatoThis is a beautiful time of year in Italy. I mean, what with all this morning rain we get in Venice to cool down the hot summer nights that we create with little imagination and a lot of heart. In Venice, the dark brings way to deep lingering kisses and pawing hands until dawn. In contrast, in Monte-Carlo the ( Read more... )