Perfect mornings are drenched in rain
Several years back, Alisa & Ryan were married at Lake Placid. Baby Jane and I stayed at the Trail Head’s Inn in the Bigelow Room, then owned and run by a young couple…
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Perspective is (almost) everything
As hard as I tried, I never saw beyond the squiggles of an austereogram and for a while was convinced — like a die-hard conspiracy theorist — that no one…
A Janeism
“So I ate a fish eye. I have been out of the dating loop for so long that I thought doing that might get his attention. It didn’t work.” Comments…
Hong Kong Wrap-Up Dispatch no 4
Having decided to completely nerd it out yesterday, I took The Big Bus Tour of Stanley Market and sat on the upper deck where I almost fell into a state…
The Treehouse has been put to sleep
After posters of Don Johnson, Kirk Cameron (pre fundamentalist Christianity) and Jason Bateman finally came down from my walls, it was Erté’s Girl on a Swing (a greeting card, believe…
Hot Yoga is Making Me Delirious
Dear Warrior Pose, F*#? YOU, you are a raging psychopath. Flipping you the bird and hoping you topple, M Dear Pigeon Pose, You are the worst named pose in the…
Red Light Hooker
That’s the mac light which Baby Jane brought as a gift for my Treehouse. It now sits in my bedroom window and I have decided that I shall use…
Three wee videos from the Vancouver Winter Olympics
Leaving for Rome & London tomorrow and I promise stories while there; thank you for the well wishes re travels…xox Video no1 – Kitty took this while we were on…
A Love Letter to Baby Jane
You are all quite familiar with Janey. This is her wearing the scarf I knit and sent her way two weeks back – it is ‘The Johnny Scarf’, J not…
Beautiful Rain
I am on the softest and thickest bed buried beneath and inside of warm white sheets. Three walls are pale orange. One wall is a window. There is only one…
A special note to Baby Jane
Love you. Miss you. Thinking of you, always. & ready to open a can of Texan-style whup-ass on your behalf, if requested. Or just bake you a cake. Or braid…
Dispatch no4: Plants & Animals at The Drake
Most of you have heard of The Drake, yes? It’s one of the most infamous places at which to be seen and to see in Toronto. It’s there that Baby…
Dispatch no3: Toronto Engages in Love & Fertility (because we can’t on our own)
It was my Baby Jane’s special 30th birthday last September (for which I have yet to send her a gift, but I’m now thinking I won’t send it and will…
Dispatch no 2, Toronto: The Arrival
“Look outside, pretty lady! I*m standing directly across from no 8 price street! :)” To which, in response, Baby Jane flew out of no 8 Price Street’s doors and ran…
Visits with Baby Jane
Baby Jane was giving me ‘directions’ as thus: “Go South – that means down the hill, towards a clock tower, Maha – blablabla” because she knows that directions confuse me…
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