Yesterday, I went to one of my least favourite places on earth, the vast Eaton’s Centre mall, where I returned the sweet gift of diamond stud earrings from my son, which I don’t need, and

Gifts. Yesterday, I received a small package from Zurich; on the custom’s form was written “Music for a kindred spirit.” Inside a CD entitled “Blue Suburban Skies” – a compilation of songs appreciating the Beatles,

A superb article by the always superb Gerry Caplan that has my heart pounding with rage. He’s writing about the environmental and social justice organizations perceived to be on the opposite side to Stephen Harper

Two treats to tell you about: yesterday a documentary called Matisse: The Cut Outs, about one of my all-time favourite artists, and today a play called The Heart of Robin Hood. Very different, both wonderful.

When I visited Eleanor earlier this month, she told me this great news, but in secrecy as it hadn’t been announced yet. But now it has. With all that the poor old CBC had endured

Terrific article in the NYT by Chrystia Freeland, a journalist and Liberal politician who is my MP.  Maybe, as some of the sour comments afterward point out, she’s a little dewy-eyed about Canadian multiculturalism –

I’m looking at my daytimer – and today’s blank, except for “Carole boot camp Y 9 a.m.” Dear Carole is teaching a tough class at the Y in half an hour. I will not be

Of course it’s overload. Christmas is exhausting and fraught at the best of times, let alone that I am commemorating the second anniversary of my mother’s death this day. So – some tears, especially when

Dear friends, it’s nearly midnight Xmas Eve and a wild rain is lashing the windows. The pageant at Riverdale Farm was its lovely friendly hokey self – and we were very lucky, the weather was

Never did I think I would be reposting a quote from the Pope. But here you go. This guy is something else. I saw what he’s talking about up close today – made the mistake