Will post this a few more times before the day. We’ve got a fabulous lineup for you, folks — hope to see you in the audience. Be there or be square.

Aching left shoulder – got my flu shot today, the booster for old folks. A demographic which somehow, for some bizarre reason, includes me. Sunday, walked across town – an hour – to Christie and

Drained tonight. Today was Wayson’s memorial event at Harbourfront. There was a lot of laughter, of course, and many tears. I still find it hard to believe he’s not here; that he doesn’t want to

These fall days – with sun and wind and whirling orange, red, and yellow leaves showering down – are the best of the year. This must be why older people are the happiest: because we

One of those days – a beautiful crisp bright day, too – when I’m screaming with frustration. Haven’t felt this knot of tension in my stomach since the renovation last winter, which makes sense because

I’m sorry my daughter is sad and angry today. She’s fiercely idealistic, a social justice warrior whose friend from grade school was running for the NDP in her riding; she worked hard for his campaign.

Thank you Jesus, it’s nearly over. I am trying desperately to have faith in my fellow Canadians, even though they elected Stephen Harper twice and even worse, Mike Harris and Doug Ford. YUCK! Listened to

Just back from the market – the last raspberries, tons of apples, multi-coloured cauliflower, sourdough raison oat bread, freshly roasted almonds, Merchants of Green Coffee beans, spinach – my backpack full. (No meat – I’m

Please God, let this election be over. No matter the outcome, I’m determined that on Tuesday morning, I will go on a strict media diet, restricting the FB and Twitter calories I’ve been gorging on

A silent Thanksgiving day – nothing open in the city, nothing scheduled here. What a gift. I was sitting on the deck in the sun reading Nuala O’Faolain’s Are You Somebody?: the accidental memoir of