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For years I've been tormenting myself about writing a memoir or at the very least, jotting down little remembrances, but I put it off and...

I’ve been busy; so much going on…mostly good, some of it fan-freakin’-tastic, and well, there’s been some sadness too. First, let’s just...

Cooking has always been easy for me, I come to it naturally and I was exposed to it from a very early age. We didn't eat out often and...

Professor Ferguson warned the students of Food Writing I: “It’s a lonely profession, being a freelance writer.” She wasn’t kidding. Ever...

I’m giving it away. My mother’s secret. The one she held close; a few scribbles on a greasy, dog-eared page. I know she had others. Sad...

If I failed to ask nicely for something, Mother always reminded me that I would attract more flies with honey than vinegar. It was a long...

Mother was not the mothering sort. She had babies. Plenty of ‘em – five – but after they graduated from wriggling, cooing helplessness,...

This is spring: a tiny oven bird biddeling along a fallen branch in Thickson's Woods... ...and in my garden, this is spring: the first...

The maple tree is so deeply rooted in Quebec and Ontario culture that we hold parties to celebrate its sweet gifts. It’s well-rooted in...