This city holds a place in my heart that is so big it actually flutters.
I grew up in Oakville but my heart is in this city. Toronto is my foundation.
My parents met in this city, my Oma lived at Pape and Danforth and I was living the city life from the time I was in the womb.
When my Mom started having contractions with me my Oma drove her along the Danforth, across the Bloor Viaduct and straight to the doors of the Wellesley Hospital. That drive was made very gingerley, entirely in 2nd gear in my Oma’s 1967 emerald green beetle. That was August 20th 1969. (more…)








