Ever since il Fornello first opened its doors on Bloor Street at Bathurst in Toronto I have loved it. I have loved its wood-fired ovens that produce a pizza crust to bring tears to the most calloused palate. I have loved its decor and music, its wine and aqua...
Last night I dreamed that my writing critique group had invited several new members from a literary group. The piece I had just read before going to bed was up for critique. It was such a brilliant work that I had written OMG in several places. I know, I know, not...
Just a little blip. The wondrous retreat I’ve been organizing for the past two years has been shifted by a day. Last year I discovered that Air Transat offers a great deal – remarkably better deal than ANY other airline. But they only fly once a week to...
As we began our first session, the 79-year-old Jungian psychotherapist looked at me with mischief in her eyes and said, “Go ahead — surprise me! What have you got?” I was torn. Part of me felt like rising to her challenge, meeting her dare: I...
I took a course in writing for film and television through the Learning Annex. I had a million ideas. The most potent one came from Chris Dewdney’s story about his wife’s brain haemorrhage and what it did to her personality. I started that one many times in many forms...
