Recently, because of the hoo-ha around looking for a new doctor, I thought back to our first family doctor in Toronto when we rented a house in Riverdale; she worked at a clinic on the

It’s 5.30, and I’m drinking a small glass of pinot. Life-threatening, I know, but I like to live dangerously. Will I have another small glass with dinner? Probably not. Because. But maybe I will.  So,

There were four people in the tiny Carlton Cinema viewing room yesterday, including moi. While waiting for the film to start, I asked the woman in front if she was a writer or an editor.

I’m sorry, but the new rules about alcohol strike me as absurd overkill. No amount is good for you?! I mean, people in France often drink several glasses of wine with every big meal. Are les

Nerd excitement here: OMG! I can’t wait. There’s a documentary called Turn Every Page: the adventures of Robert Caro and Robert Gottlieb, about the relationship between the fantastic historian Caro and the best editor of

Speaking, as I do in the last blog post, about my dear friend and writing student Ruth, I must tell you Ruth will be reading one of her great stories at So True, the event

Someone tweeted that God made a deal with Toronto: we’d have the mildest January ever, but no sun. And so it came to be — day after day, week after week, overcast grey skies but

A turning point – yesterday, Wednesday, is the day of the Y class I’ve been doing, for better or worse, for over three decades; the group of us have been together there so long, they

I wish I didn’t care about certain things so deeply, as I’m sure it’s a waste of my time and energy. Today there was a front page article in the Star about how the game

Not much better, but not worse. It’s the lungs. I do wonder if I had or have something besides Covid, though it’s not bad enough to go to the doctor. Still, short of breath, coughing,