The folks at the Mayworks Festival of Working People and the Arts are some of the sweetest people I've had the recent pleasure of meeting. Considering the festival's mandate to support arts, inclusion, diversity, and social justice, it's no wonder we get along. (Also, it doesn't hurt that they know how to put on a unique closing party!)
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Hanging out with alumni of How to Talk to People About Things!
HTTTPAT is one of those "things to do in Toronto" I’ve been hearing about for years, a communications course led by Misha Glouberman of Trampoline Hall/The Chairs Are Where the People Go fame. Considering the most proactive and engaged people I know in this city have gone through the program and still ring its praises (I bumped into four highly intelligent acquaintances/friends this evening), I’d say that’s all the recommendation anyone would need to take it.
Pssst, the next course starts in January and, because of its popularity, will likely sell out. (Heck, I’d join myself if my schedule could commit to all six sessions.) If you want in, head to mishaglouberman.com and sign up!
I don't do many weddings at all, but when the couple is fun and has a good sense of humour, I'm game. I really lucked out with David and Ameeta, here.
And really, this wasn't a big chore: I'm easily swayed by bright colours, cultural traditions, and non-stop Indian food, so this one hit all the high notes: all weddings should be Indian weddings, really. As a big bonus, they're one of the easiest places to get enthusiastic guests out on the dance floor without pulling teeth (or shoving bottles of wine down someone's throat).
Though you've changed greatly in the last few years, you're still my good ol' stubborn mama, and I love ya, woman.
I thank you for not only shooting me out into this crazy world but also for being a trailblazing lady who was fiercely independent in an era when few women were, ran her own business in a new country with only a primary school education, fought for her personal rights and never, never took any bullshit, made unrivaled meatball curries/aloo gobi/parathas, grotesquely danced in her underwear in the middle of the night, and made the lewdest jokes you'd never want to hear from your mama's mouth. So in honour of your present and past self, Happy Mother's Day, Ma; I thank you for this and giving me the foundation I needed to morph into the me I am today.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, ALL.