My favourite Christmas memory

When I was growing up, Christmas was a magical time of year. Although money wasn’t plentiful, my parents made sure I never did without and, even when times were lean, brightly wrapped presents were always piled beneath the tree on Christmas morning. However, as...

Books on my nightstand

Confession time. To my husband’s dismay, and as the teetering pile of books on my nightstand  attests, I’m the kind of person who reads multiple books at the same time, happily skipping from one to another as the mood takes me. I’m also the kind of...

Family ties

My mom grew up in a picturesque Canadian village in rural eastern Ontario—twelve miles from where I now live.   Dotted with stone buildings and tucked into a rolling landscape of century farms and historic waterways, it’s a place that shaped me as a person, as well as...

In search of comfort food

“When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping.” Or in my case, shopping for comfort food. As the weather cools, and darkness comes earlier, it’s the time of year for comfort food. However, in addition to childhood favorites like chicken pot pie,...