What’s a girl to do when the boy don’t call don’t write don’t phone won’t even tuck you in at night, Oh this one’s got your heart checked out on loan and it’s long overdue,
October 10, 2010
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Category Archives: Apple Fruit Moth
July 7, 2006
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Vince Chura in Vancouver gave me the head’s up that my documentary for CBC Radio ‘s program “Outfront” will be aired again in September.
If you missed it the first time, you can catch it again on CBC Radio One
at 8:43 pm local time….
my Gran’s pastry recipe is still posted on the CBC site too!
February 17, 2006
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Silent Night
Tonite I went for a walk in the rain. It was 11 pm and the sidewalks were empty. I counted the time between the lightening flashes and the thunder claps – 8 seconds, 5 seconds, 4 seconds – as the … Continue reading
December 15, 2005
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More Snow = More Xmas baking
We are in the middle of our first major snowstorm of winter – 30 cm expected in the next 36 hours. Tomorrow after work I’m gonna get on my snowpants and take a garbage bag over to a nearby park … Continue reading
September 5, 2005
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This morning on my run in High Park
a Monarch butterfly as big as my hand
flitted across my face and up into the sky
and then i started to see them everywhere…
Incredible!
they are exquisite
July 12, 2005
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birthday
When you were a little kid, did your parents make a big deal out of your birthday? or not? And now, as an adult, how does that affect you when your birthday comes around? When i was a little kid, … Continue reading
July 3, 2005
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Bugge Wesseltoft
Richard Anderson took me to this concert for my birthday!! (which is not yet, but soon…) and it blew my mind. A small crowd at the Phoenix (a beautiful venue)… we stood at the front and moved to the beatz … Continue reading
December 31, 2004
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Alvin, the Urban Angel
Last winter I was in Calgary for the PlayRites Festival, a long (and sometimes brutally solitary) contract. One day I was in the Good Earth Cafe writing a letter, and the handsome lad serving java\’s recognized me from the newspaper … Continue reading