Let’s take a walk down memory lane in my old stomping ground of Toronto. First, I took a stroll near the Don Valley Parkway… And then went on to Allan Gardens, my old stomping ground… Toronto has been good to me.
Maple Leaf Lounge action at LAX. Have you ever felt like you are in the exact right place at the exact right time? I felt like that when I was sitting at the Los Angeles airport in the Maple Leaf Lounge with my travel bosom buddy Aine. She was attending a conference in Santa Barbara
One of the best gifts I ever received was a bunch of yummy books from a yard sale. Inside one of the books was this delicious letter. It was written in 1959. I hope the receiver won’t mind me sharing it here with you. Click on the photos to read what they say.
Yours is a quiet strengthIn a sea of loud weaknessYou float alongWith the peace of sunsetAnd the glow, too I think it’s because of the veggiesOr waterOr meditationYogaOr genes Or perhaps it’s just youA person who knows who she isIs there anything more beautiful?
Today, I met My Fight to Write for lunch. He arrived from Australia in the nick of time. The other night I went out for dinner with Rotation and Balance. I’m trying to arrange a dinner with LA Nuts. And in a few weeks, though she won’t know it until she reads this right no
If you’ve been following along, you know that I quit my job as an advertising copywriter in December 2010. Since then, people have asked what I do with my time. For awhile, the best answer was that I just wasn’t working and it didn’t matter what I did as long as I wa
I’ve sewn a pocket of you I’ve sewn a pocket of you On the inside of my skin I’ve embroidered your initials Because you are my designated issue You get to have all the glory Lucky you Inside the pocket I place all the pain And things that never worked outThe way I th
I’d eat these if I knew what they were. I wouldn’t call myself a picky eater. Others would beg to differ. In 2010, I did the vegan thing, which immediately puts one into the Picky Eater category… or in LA, it just makes you normal. These days, I’d call myself