Eggs and Cheese

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

Off to the Printer

I signed off on the book galleys of My Vertical Neighborhood a week ago. It required a deep breath and a certain amount of dismissing the ridiculous yet niggling voices in my head (“it’s not good enough…you’ve missed something…are you sure you’re done?). I’ve learned to pay attention to niggling voices – sometimes they are … More Off to the Printer