When I was 17 …

Don’t worry, I’m not about to break into song. You have no idea what I’m talking about, doice-cream you? Frank Sinatra? “It Was A Very Good Year?”  I think it was specially written for him. Well the first line is, “When I was 17 …”

Never mind.

When I was 17 my parents sent me on one of those teen tours. For six weeks we traveled throughout Canada, the U.S. and down into Continue reading

The cab ride that restored my faith in humanity …

A photographer I know invited me to the opening reception of his exhibit last Saturday. greedBecause it was a rainy day the friend I was going with and I decided to take a taxi.

As luck would have it, part way there we drove right into a protest. There’s no way the driver could have known — there were no signs, no indication of a march and we didn’t see them approaching until we were more than half Continue reading

I’m officially ready to move on …

While talking to a friend last Friday, she said something that sort of freaked me out — not because it icewas shocking or surprising — only because I’d thought the exact same thing myself, a few hours earlier.

Turns out we’ve both decided we’ve had more than enough of summer.

Don’t know about where you live but here, in Toronto, it’s been relentlessly hot . Day after day of humidity so high it Continue reading

Grrrrr …

Yes, I’ve got a bee in my bonnet. But let me start with what I do love about Facebook.fb

I love that I’ve been able to reconnect with people I haven’t seen in years and years and years. I love that I’ve made so many new friends, folks I’d never have met any other way, but with whom, it turns out, I share a lot of interests.

I love that I’ve found former co-workers, some from my very first job. I love that I can, so quickly and easily, keep in touch with friends and family who live far away. For that matter, I love hearing about everything that’s going Continue reading

Are all writers a little weird … ?

… or is it just me?typewriter

Since moving to Toronto in 1985, every house or apartment I’ve either rented or owned has had an office, or at least a dedicated space for writing. One that’s properly outfitted, with a desk, a comfortable chair, a filing cabinet, storage for books and supplies, good light, everything one would need.

I have never sat, or worked, in any of them.

When I got to the part, in the book I’m writing, where my mom died I couldn’t write at home. It took me about six Continue reading

Waiting

It was Christmas time. My mother was in Toronto, visiting me. She was onlytime here a day or two when the call came. My grandmother had pneumonia, bacterial, and the prognosis wasn’t good.

My mother and I left for Montreal immediately, going directly to the nursing home when we arrived.

And there we stayed, all of us, me, my mother and both my aunts sitting there, in her room. Listening. A ragged breath, a beep from the monitor, a ragged breath, a beep Continue reading

You just never know …

I don’t know about you, but lately, everywhere I turn I seem to be confrontedshock with bad service. With people who don’t value your business, who just don’t care.

It’s particularly frustrating and disappointing when it’s companies you deal with all the time, where you’re a regular, loyal customer. That really Continue reading

Accentuate the positive …

A week or so ago I attended a fundraising event for Firefly Foundation, angel a charitable organization that funds research and develops programs with a mission to prolong brain health.

It was started by a friend and former colleague, after she lost both of her parents to brain related diseases. Another friend of mine, who lost her mother to Continue reading

Focussed and ready!

I am someone who has always thrived in chaos.  What looked like a mess to everyone else has always movingbeen my comfort zone.   ‘Order’, on the other hand, has traditionally given me a rash.  Until very recently.

Precipitated by a desire to move, the constant sighs of my cleaning lady, and more clutter than even I could bear I finally attacked every square inch of my apartment.  Went through absolutely everything, discarding the unwanted Continue reading

My head’s gonna explode …

I had a different blog post prepared for today.

But on Saturday night a good friend of mine (with whom, when I lived in Montreal, I used to have the most intense, interesting andboom fabulous conversations on just about every topic you can think of, but especially politics) sent me an email about some articles she’d read in the Globe & Mail.

She wondered what my thoughts were, she was incensed about one of them, which was written by Jeffrey Simpson.

Frankly I hadn’t read them.  Margaret Wente, an OpEd writer for Continue reading