People and dogs have always had a special bond. Feel-good tales about people being rescued by dogs, dogs and humans reunited, and those about dogs who have been done wrong by humans are always among the top read stories on our website. The bond between a human and a guide dog is even stronger: in many cases, the human’s life depends on their dog, which has been specially trained for a specific type of aid. I’ve had the privilege of meeting a number of guide dogs over the years, including a couple who became members of my Girl Guide unit, some through Wounded Warriors Canada, one who used to hang out with his person at Full of Beans Café when...
These are the awkward limbo events for which a full suit is little much, but smart casual could be seen as a cop out. Thankfully, for the style-conscious man, there exists another option. Albeit one that tends to strike fear into the hearts of those who’ve never attempted it. We’re talking, of course, about suit separates. The majority of gentlemen tend to write separates off as some sort of advanced-level style move, reserved only for the street-style elite and Pitti peacocks. However, we’re going to let you in on a secret: it’s not anywhere as hard as they’d lead you to believe. The trick lies in knowing when to wear them, which colours work well together… and which ones don’t....
Romance, Women's Fiction Published: March 2020 Publisher: Lulu This is a story about a middle-aged woman who recently got divorced and thought she was open to companionship. She was very apprehensive about opening her heart again after being hurt badly by her ex-husband. To her surprise, she met someone on Match.com that seemed like the man of her dreams. They had so much in common and really enjoyed each other's company. He managed to convince her to be open to the possibility of falling in love again. She ended up giving this man her heart only to find out that he wasn't the man of her dreams at all. He wasn't like her ex-husband but he had just as many...
The car cuts through the landscape at high speed. The road is nearly perfectly straight, but even so, I keep glancing at the Israeli map unfurled across the seat next to me, fearing that I may get lost in the folds of a scene which fills me with a great feeling of alienation, seeing all the changes that have befallen it. It’s been a long time since I’ve passed through here, and wherever I look, all the changes constantly reassert the absence of anything Palestinian: the names of cities and villages on road signs, billboards written in Hebrew, new buildings, even vast fields abutting the horizon on my left and right. After a disappearance, that’s when the fly returns to...
