The ripping tale below is true, more or less. In a Colossians 3:9-10 and Ephesians 4:22-24 metaphorical sort of way: “Ye have put off the old man ... and have put on the new man.” I know this because it happened to me this week. One morning he awakened to discover he’d been transformed. Not into a monstrous vermin — he remembered that with a shudder from the nightmares beetles sometimes had — but into something infinitely stranger: a man. Soft, featherless, biped

David Sherman Maybe you thought you were a butcher, a baker, a computer chip maker. Maybe a father, grandmother, beauty queen, retired dentist. No more sucking up patients’ bad breath, no more of bacon flecks to pry out from yellowed teeth. Maybe you thought you were retired. Happily. Read when you want. Nap when you like. Take a hike wherever. Devote your winter to the slippery fortunes of your favourite hockey team. Maybe to your friends and family. The old fart in the mirr

Quinn McIlhone After Labour Day we watch the second week of night matches at the U.S. Open. Twilight comes early, the air has an edge and my hitting partner often stays for dinner. We order out for pizza and watch the tennis still in our whites, the guest nursing a pint in an armchair, you and I on the couch with our feet up. Often I drift away and catch myself daydreaming about her, thrills pulsing through me in waves of delight. Because I am circumspect about physical invol