Behold, my tiny harvest

From time to time, I’d like to think I’ve provided useful information in this space. My summer heat-beating mojitos had a few people reaching for their muddlers, and a handful of readers produced fragrant crusty loaves from my easy peasy almost-as-good-as-it-gets baquette recipe. I thought my tip of placing a plastic fork barrier between the…

How to be a good guest

With visitor season in full flood here on Canada’s west coast, I’m reminded of a piece I wrote several years ago about how not to be a guest from hell. The rules were basic: Remember your mother’s caution that guests, like fish, stink after three days. Don’t impose. Don’t overstay. Be helpful. I’ve an addition…

A day without WIFI and a few minutes on stage

I was going to write about WIFI today. Something along the lines of was there life before WIFI? because ours has been down for the past 24 hours and we’re rattling around all shiftless and lost, trying to remember how we used to spend our time. We used to read more, not just during the…

Mirror, Mirror on the Gym Wall

Went to the gym last night. It’d been a while. Years actually. Until three, maybe four, years ago the gym had been routine but then something changed – laziness, I guess – and I stopped, choosing instead to walk, row and lift the odd weight at home in a bid to stave off osteoporosis. I’m…