Have You No Shame in the Marrow of Your Bones?
“Have you no shame in the marrow of your bones?” My friend Sheila is a wonderful storyteller. She spins the most spellbinding tales of growing up in India, the youngest child of a railway executive and...
View ArticleHonoured Guest
I am an honoured guest and I must confess that it’s a title I could get used to. I’m visiting the family of my friend Lois, staying in the Dundas room, named for the picture on the wall and the point...
View ArticleStupid and Brilliant
When I got to Charmaine’s on Friday morning she was in a mood. The kind where you know better than to ask how she’s doing and just start walking. After a little while she asked permission to unload,...
View ArticleBecause You’re So Sporty
Liz gave me a new athletic bag for my birthday. “Because you’re so sporty,” she said. I looked at her like she was from Mars. When I was in high school I decided to cram five years of classes into...
View ArticleKristin(a)
I have a friend who was born in Norway, educated in Paris, met a man in Toronto, spent a year in the south of France on extended honeymoon with him, before they got married and she moved to Calgary. It...
View ArticleAn Intimate Conversation
The following words are not my own. They came by email from a dear friend and fellow artist after a long lunch together. When I read them I felt so seen and known that I could have wept with relief....
View ArticleSurprise and Delight
I try to arrange my life so that I am likely to stumble upon things that surprise and delight me. This means that I encourage a certain amount of spontaneity and serendipity in my day. And that I am...
View ArticlePiss, Blood and Vomit
“How’s work?” I asked. “It’s great.” she said. “The director said hi to me on Friday.” I know how rare it is for such an elevated personage to acknowledge a member of the crew. “And the work is...
View ArticleSoup Share 2013
Every November my friend Kim holds her annual Soup Share. It’s a competition. Each cook enters their signature soup and the rest of us pay $2 per cup to taste them. We vote for the best of the...
View ArticleLydia Roy
We were driving along highway 35 in Oregon, returning from an expedition to Mount Hood in the direction of our hotel in White Salmon, Washington. It was a hot July day. The orchards were in fruit. We...
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