More gifts.  My beloved bicycle Bluebird (named after the bluebird of happiness, because that’s what she was to me) was stolen on Wednesday – the bike mentioned in my Star article. She was locked with

A great gift arrived in the mail today – my own self, on paper, from forty-five years ago.   The English friend I have not yet met, Penny the sister of my childhood pen pal

I’ve just heard from Ryerson that my class there is nearly full already, with two weeks to go before it starts.  So strange – sometimes we don’t know until the last minute if the class

Just got a note from a student who was at the Garden Workshop yesterday:  “The day was magical for me and your garden a mystical treat.  I was still high on creativity when I arrived

Saw a good movie yesterday night – “Vicky Cristina Barcelona,” Woody Allen’s latest.  It’s good to see him return to the kind of warm, thoughtful comedy-with-depth he made his own with “Annie Hall.” And also

Late afternoon, a glass of wine in the late summer tranquillity of my garden – but there are dark rumblings underfoot. My mother had heart palpitations yesterday and went to hospital in an ambulance; she’s

Usually, after seeing a piece of world-class theatre, the audience walks out into the chaos of a big city – into Times Square or downtown Toronto or London.  But this past weekend, I saw some

Yesterday, as I was getting ready to go out for dinner, I had an email from Lori Fazari, the terrific editor of Facts and Arguments, about my piece which she was preparing to run in

I have an essay coming out in “Facts and Arguments” in the Globe on Wednesday – making it about two dozen since the first in 1994.  900 – 1000 words is such a good snappy length

The woman with the brown hair (not unfortunately her own natural-born colour) has just turned 58, and the woman with the white hair is about to turn 100. It’s true – that’s Muriel, who will