My icy attitude towards the ‘burbs began to melt one wintery Friday evening as I stepped into the Robert McLaughlin Gallery for the first time. I had heard that there was a nice gallery in downtown Oshawa, but I didn’t really believe it. (Okaaay, city snob.) What brought Wes, my husband, and I to the…
I am completely stuffed. For $12 we just indulged in a lunch for two of homemade cabbage rolls, pierogies, and coleslaw salad. When I left the Poznan Pavilion with my Polish meal of starchy-goodness, the line went up the stairs and out the door. There was an air of excitement in the room and on…
In 2012, my neighbours and I decided to garden together. Chigi had inherited a gorgeous 25′ x 28′ foot garden from the previous owners of her house, but it was just too much for a woman with a busy life to take care of. Peggy loved the idea of growing her own organic vegetables, and…
In the early, still dark days of spring 2014, I went to a Real Dirt Dinner. No, dirt was not on the menu, but fare grown in local soil was. The sold-out event was a fundraiser for Durham Sustain Ability. The lure? A chance to nosh at the newly opened Bistro ’67, and hear guest speaker, Harry…
“There is a myth, sometimes widespread, that a person need only do inner work, in order to be alive like this; that a man is entirely responsible for his own problems; and that to cure himself, he need only change himself. . .The fact is, a person is so far formed by his surroundings, that…
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