And the Least of These I was examining eggs, making sure the dozen I wanted to buy — free range, ethical, brown because that colour makes me happy — were free of cracks. The Bloor Street bodego was tiny, one narrow aisle crowded with bins of gladiola, dalhias and sunflowers alongside boxes of figs, green … More Eggs and Cheese
Ashur bought the biggest bouquet in the flower shop. Long-stem red roses, white carnations – it was spectacular. “That’s the one,” he said to me. “That’s the one I want to buy.” A few minutes earlier, as I waited for Ashur to arrive I’d also bought a bouquet, a more diminutive spray of Gerber Daisies. … More Ashur’s Roses
I had a curious response to this week’s Quebec election. It went something like this: ambivalence and disinterest before the vote. Dismay and concern afterwards. “Let them separate,” was my comment to an expatriate Quebecker who I happened to be visiting in Alberta on the eve of the election (I know, it sounds like the … More Bored with, troubled by, and still feeling affection for Quebec
Lynda MacGibbon 