August 15, 2011
November 3, 2010
Walking home in the rain, blind drunk, sending defamatory text messages to an ex and then discovering the absence of one’s keys might be considered tragic. I choose to view it as opportunity. I behave myself for a month. But no partying (or sexual contact), coupled with yoga and meditation, for thirty days, and I… [Read more…]
A perfect way to spend a summer’s day in Quebec? Why, picking blueberries with a gang of happy toddlers, of course! Le Rêve Bleu in Saint-Damase, Quebec is the perfect place to pick (and eat) blueberries to your heart’s content. If only April was more willing to share them. Man, little people are funny.
Published in the warehouse magazine As I pulled up my white fishnet stockings, attaching them to a hospital green PVC garter belt, I couldn’t help smiling. Wearing a barely there nurse’s costume in a room full of strangers would be a new experience for me. While I have always tended toward exhibitionism, I also pride… [Read more…]
One of my favourite places to eat in the UK and Ireland is a chain noodle bar called Wagamama’s. You can substitute the noodles in any dish for rice noodles, and they have recommendations for gluten-free or nut-allergic eaters. Cooler still, they have these awesome kiddie chopsticks. While revisiting the Wagamama’s in Dublin, my friend… [Read more…]
When I set foot on the beaches in Dornoch, Scotland, I understood why one might want to live in a place so far isolated from the world, where much of the time it’s grey and drizzly. While the contrast of the sun against the ochre-coloured sand is dazzling on a sunny day, on a cloudy… [Read more…]
On Children Kahlil Gibran Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their… [Read more…]
Collecting my freshly popped toast and moving across the counter for the butter, I see that Josh has put out a new pound. I open the butter dish and scrape up the tiny oblong blob that remains. I grin. He is so considerate. As I open the new package, carefully peeling back the silver paper… [Read more…]
Folding the laundry into neat piles on my bed, I smile to myself. I am pleased with my new finds for April and it dawns on me that I have stopped asking my friends for hand-me down boys’ clothes. I like dressing her like a girl, and I thoroughly enjoy finding the cute little items.… [Read more…]
As I don’t eat wheat, I generally bake cookies and cakes with kamut flour, which is similar in taste, but actually has a way nicer crumb. Ask anyone who’s tasted my baking. I swear it’s the flour. Today’s cookies were improvised oatmeal raisin. Deee-lish! These ones are really easy, so April helped me to measure… [Read more…]
October 1, 2011
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