It was 2003. We were at the Bell Centre waiting in line to see the Montreal Canadiens play the Atlanta Thrashers. More importantly, we were at the Bell Centre waiting in line to meet the evening's VIP, Jean Beliveau.

For those of you who don't know what a metro is, allow me to enlighten you. The Montréal métro is equivalent to the New York subway. A combination of solid geometric design, brutalist architecture, and sensory overload, it takes Montréalers to where they need to go.

I came to a significant realization last week.  One thing that I had been doing my whole life was not being myself around certain types of people. 

A story about Wonder Woman, cowboys boots & throwing punches.