Oh my; on this gloomy Sunday, my heart is light. I woke to a friend’s email congratulating me on the rave review in The Bridge, a local newspaper that goes out to the entire downtown

Busy days. Winterizing, still recovering, trying to keep up with it all. Second last U of T class Tuesday — spectacular, a great group. Before class, my handyman came to fix some plumbing and had

Anatomy of a Fall: wow. A friend was at the cinema too, by chance, and at the end, we turned to each other and just said, Wow! A propulsive murder mystery, but so much more,

I’m better, but not nearly enough. Have managed to do laundry and some tidying, teach another Zoom class and do some editing work, but that’s about it – still weak and aching, little appetite. A

Amazing what a night’s sleep will do. I arranged my pillows so I was nearly sitting up to make sure I could breathe, took a sleeping pill, and whammo. Now in the hot sun in

First thing this morning, as soon as I got up, I rewrote my blog post of yesterday, but it had already gone out to subscribers. It’s a bit self-indulgent and petty. Lesson: do not write

A quick word, as it’s been a long time. I’ve been in the tunnel of houseguests, and now am in the tunnel of sickness – flu or a bad cold, which hit just as my

Winter has hit; almost overnight it’s really chilly, – 3 right now. I’m proud to say that yesterday I rode my bike across town to the Tarragon Theatre, over half an hour ride in the

You’ll be glad to hear I’m my cheerful self again, more or less, despite the horrors of the world and my own turmoil. I’d expected a bit of postpartum slump but wasn’t prepared for how

Dear all, first, I apologize. Biking home from Ben McNally Books, I came upon a man lying in the bike lane on Shuter Street, his shoes scattered on the road and his needles and drug