While we’re on the disappointment trail, my friends, might as well add another one.  I was happily drinking my coffee while reading the Globe and Mail Book Review this morning when I froze – there was

Sometimes a blog is for rambling discursions about the beauty of gardens, and sometimes, for spewing venom.  Yes, venom – well, as much venom as I am capable of producing, which is more than I’d

What a lonely few days!  I took my pretty white MacBook, whose name is MacZine, to the Apple store for repair on Sunday, and didn’t get her back till Wednesday noon.  Three days without her

This is the most beautiful spring I can remember.  Perhaps surviving the bitter winter pushed the trees and flowers, once they finally emerged, to explode.  There’s a stunning pink dogwood tree at the Necropolis, and

I’ve been receiving some heartening emails recently, and since – as per the last entry – I can’t throw them out, I would like to share them with you.   My friend Irene wrote last

There was a reassuring photo in the paper today, of a writer and filmmaker called Josh Freed sitting at his desk.  He has made a documentary about clutter, which he approves of and lives in.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and here are my two Mother’s Day presents.  I emailed this picture to my cousin Ted in New York, and he wrote back, “Where did you get them?  I’ll take two.”

All right, so spring itself has decided to take a little break and give us chilly and damp.  It’s guaranteed that the minute I put away my warm coats and boots, there’s a cold snap

A friend just emailed from Istanbul.  We hadn’t been in touch for awhile, he decided to check my blog quickly before writing and ended up reading all the posts.  “It took me almost three hours,”

I had yesterday all planned – working at my desk, a class at the Y, more work, teaching. But then the phone rang at 10 a.m.  It was my beloved friend, writer Wayson Choy, back