Making New — and Remembering Old — European Memories
I am knee deep in piles of old memories — older than the stories in Annie’s Odyssey even. They’re being …
I am knee deep in piles of old memories — older than the stories in Annie’s Odyssey even. They’re being …
I did it again. I always tell myself that next time I won’t say anything. No, I’ll just let this …
The trouble with finishing something is just that — it’s finished. For the past three years I have had a …
I was standing on the corner of Harbord and Spadina — the gateway to that lofty world of Academia and …
My left hand went on strike this week and refused to write a blog post. It had worked overtime to …
…the cats were wrong again. Hah! I finished the Dubrovnik-Draft. In the middle of my gnashing of teeth, the cats …
I have been comfortable with the selective memories of my years of living in Europe during the 1970s. I had …