Yes, we Canadians have been dispelling the cold and the darkness of winter… not to mention scurvy… for many long years now. It all began when the original French settlers came to Canada (or New France as they called it) and settled down for their first winter on Ste. Croix Island in the Bay of …
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In the weeks leading up to Christmas, I was dreaming, and dreaming, of a white Christmas. Of course, I had that famous song in my head, like every year. And of course, I was hoping for lots of snow and great skiing and all. But that’s not really the white I’m talking about. I just …
Yesterday Hubby and I went cross-country skiing for the first time this season. The weather was gorgeous… sunny and -5 Celsius. Perfect skiing weather. The river looked beautiful in the sunshine. I’ve been sick with a cold and sinus infection this week, so getting out in the fresh air felt magnificent. Come ON… let’s go. I was …
I’m in a very seventies state of mind these days, feeling nostalgic. Especially when I’m perusing the pages of Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar. Of course, for a while this fall, everything made me feel nostalgic. That’s because I attended my 40th high school reunion in September. That was so much fun. But it’s not that. Not …
We had friends over for dinner on Friday night. I made my homemade pasta…. from scratch. It’s my thing… pasta. And by that I mean, it’s the one thing I do well in the kitchen. Or at least the one thing I am confident that I will do well when we have “company.” We haven’t …
P.D. James died last week, “peacefully at home in Oxford,” at age ninety four. But I’m sure you know this already. She was one of a kind. A seemingly gentle, charming and erudite woman who loved to talk and wonder and write about death. Violent death. I love Elizabeth Renzetti’s remark in her Globe and Mail article, in response …
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