Month: November 2013

  Working with John Mann, March 4, 2013   So, you know that musician who never wrote a song for you or even sang a ballad in your general direction in case you misinterpreted as a “love” song? And fair enough. It wasn’t meant to be and he’s a great guy and could play all those awesome Spirit of the West tunes. I know it’s fine and you wish him and the rest of them well and it’s all good now and you have some awesome CDs you still listen to. But you know what’s even better? Write a play…

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  A MONUMENTAL social shift has just happened! Four women got together tonight and not once did we talk about men. Unless you count our massage therapists. There was a great deal of discussion around the pelvis, but it was all about releasing the sacrum.   And I don’t mean there’s an absence of love for the opposite gender here. Three uniquely wonderful men are partnered with the gals I was with and most certainly I have fine fellows around me swimming by in this beautiful sea. What I mean by “talk” is: all of us are beyond the time…

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The Algerians find a few things very strange about Canadian food: mint jelly on lamb, peanut butter, pumpkin pie and most other things that have been ground into something akin to baby poo. Asparagus lying flat and naked on a plate with nothing but lemon and butter…so plain. So strange!   But when I showed them the long neck on my hard chicken, they were very pleased. “Look just like in Algeria!” Sousou took the first bite of a leg that looked like it belonged to a very tiny, very tanned, eighty year old marathon runner, and said, “Hard to…

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I am going to tell you something heavy. Since going on a strict elimination diet for allergies last week, I have baked two chocolate cakes, two pies, two cheesecakes, four loaves of bread and 25 calzones. Most certainly I am dealing with my restricted diet by watching others consume all the things I can’t. I got real cocky too. I told my Mom, “Nothing can stop me. I have no temptations whatsoever. Now that I’m through “the crazies”, and I’ve settled into my own home, I can tackle anything”. …except making my favourite cheesecake. You know how it goes. I…

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