I was enjoying dinner in a trendy Ottawa downtown restaurant when I realized I might have a problem. Three friends of a similar age gathered for a regular get-together.

“A Canadian is a Canadian is a Canadian” are words that have been uttered countless times by our Prime Minister and that are enshrined in the principles of our Constitution and the Canadian Citizenship Act.

As seen in the Globe and Mail, “Yes, I am one of those most annoying people – a “morning person” who wakes up bright and cheery, clucking about the chirping birds and hungry for the experiences of the day - and for breakfast…” 

As seen in the Globe and Mail, after all the waiting and the hype – in mid-April I finally received my first dose of the vaccine against COVID-19 - Moderna. Since when did I pay attention to the

Clearly I own enough shoes to open a shoe store! Perhaps not a large shop, but a smallish boutique, stocked with a wide range of styles and colours of footwear – all in Size 6.

A wee baby lies on her mother’s lap, staring in wide-eyed serenity at the photographer. The mother gazes at her child with undivided attention– eyes for no other, entranced

Nature calms me, but I have always been a city lover. I adore the smell of asphalt in the rain. It is the urban fabric of bookstores, magazine shops, boutiques, cafés that

Dad always loved a road trip. From my perch in the back seat, unfettered by any seatbelt, I would see Dad’s tanned neck, his neat, short gray hair, his steady hands and a

It is our daily ritual, born in Paris. I hold a little brass bell in the form of a small Turkish Anatolian man. Ted and I have a secret name for him – Anatoly.

It seems to me that the only things that I do well are those things that I learned when I was very young. Malcolm Gladwell refers to the 10,000 hours needed to fully master a