Is Wanting Enough?

Revel in the hope and desire. Plus, two mother-daughter tales, why 'Love Is Blind' is worth watching, and supplements that actually supplement.

The week Mamdani was elected, I got an exciting call from New York. A travel show I love asked if I was free in a couple nights to join my celebrity crush for an intimate dinner in Manhattan. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, but I immediately declined, since I had already committed to several photoshoots in Toronto. As soon as I hung up, I regretted saying no. I frantically looked up flights to see if I could swing a 24-hour trip to New York. In the immediate hours following the call, I felt like I was on some serious uppers. (To be fair, I’d just finished a shoot and the adrenaline coupled with an MSG-fueled Cantonese banquet feast had me more energized than usual). I walked down a street that has, more often than not, bore witness to my sadness and grief, feeling as if I’d just won the lottery. I started skipping (yes, skipping) like a child. I was feeling pure, unbridled joy, over something I had declined to experience. Ultimately I slept on it, and decided to stick with my in…