Ode to My Mom
Well, I did it; I moved to Toronto. My furniture and the rest of my belongings won’t arrive until Monday, but I’m here and it’s still a bit surreal to think that this is now my home. I realize I was… Continue Reading
Well, I did it; I moved to Toronto. My furniture and the rest of my belongings won’t arrive until Monday, but I’m here and it’s still a bit surreal to think that this is now my home. I realize I was… Continue Reading
My children walk away from me down our narrow road into the green-gold haze, toward the ice cream promised from the market around the corner. The sky overhead is white, silver and dark gray along the margins, a thunderstorm looming. … Continue Reading
Not too long ago, one of our perfumista buddies on here bid on a bottle of something on eBay, only to realize after she won that the price was listed in British pounds rather than dollars. Oops. So she wrote… Continue Reading
Sometimes, a big city can be welcoming, and sometimes it can wallop you with an urban blight that impacts you so profoundly, it makes you scratch your head and wonder why you love that particular place so much to begin… Continue Reading
I´m guessing a lot of people are still away, so today´s a random holiday thread. I invite you to post in your comments some of your favorite summer things that arouse your senses OTHER than smell for a change {oh,… Continue Reading
My six-year-old daughter is a sensualist, which is my explanation for why she´s always covered in a layer of whatever it is she´s experiencing, whether it´s dirt or dinner. Her obsession with insects continues, and right now her focus is… Continue Reading
Finally; words typed on a keyboard into a PC on soil north of the 49th parallel. They look the same, they sound the same, but they are different. I am different. I am Canadian. I know I´m making much more… Continue Reading