the joy of testosterone
Monday night – no class to teach! Heaven. Instead I watched His Dark Materials on HBO. They’ve changed a lot from the book – which by chance I just read – but still, they’re doing a
My new book “Midlife Solo” will be published by Mosaic Press later this year. Stay tuned!
Monday night – no class to teach! Heaven. Instead I watched His Dark Materials on HBO. They’ve changed a lot from the book – which by chance I just read – but still, they’re doing a
There must be a producer gene in our family. My ex is of course a lifelong successful producer of theatre. My kids are producers, in their own way, Sam the performer of warm experiences for
We had our rehearsal for the 16th So True last night, and Jason, our MC since the beginning, declared it one of the very best. It’s especially exciting because five of the eight readers have
My friend Isobel wrote to point out that I’d titled the last post “anals of aging.” If you look up ‘anal,’ you’ll know what a mistake that was. Thanks for your editing eye, Isobel! Especially
One of those days – rain turning the snow to slush – that we dread in February. But – may I remind you, Powers That Be – it’s November! A little early for all this
Eight superb stories, and moi. For the low low price of $10. Can’t be beat.
I shake my head in total incomprehension at the furor surrounding Don Cherry. But I guess that’s because the number of times I have watched him on television is exactly zero. I gather there’s a
They say we haven’t had this much snow in mid-November for 70 years. 12 centimetres or more. Very very pretty for those of us who don’t have to wrestle our way to work. The leaves
My dear Chris has chastised me for not posting daily, as he does. He thinks I should rename this site “Born to Blog Occasionally.” I wrote back to say I didn’t think there was anything
Snow! Not much, but there it is. The trees are still covered with leaves, which are now covered with snow. Very pretty out there. And there goes a black squirrel clutching a peanut – where
I began keeping a journal at the age of nine. Nearly fifty years later, I started this online journal, sharing reflections, reviews, updates, and the occasional secret.
Theresa Kishkan
Theresa Kishkan is a writer living on the Sechelt Peninsula on the west coast of Canada.
Juliet in Paris
I came to Paris in the 1990s. Decades later I’m still here. Come with me while I roam the city, the country, and beyond.
Walking Woman
I walk on. With my feet, and in my mind as well.
Carrie Snyder
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