Having been accused of having a “lyrical” writing style because of my last post (about the glorious dearth of big-city noise pollution on Prince Edward Island), I thought I should also make it clear that, as my husband informed me last night: I can be funny, when I put my mind to it. That’s what he said: “You … Continue reading
Quiet is one of the only things not easily acquired in Toronto; it’s particularly rare where I live. We live cheek by jowl with the sidewalk on a rather busy street; there’s a well-used train track nearby (I don’t really notice the constant rumbling anymore, but the pictures that suddenly fall off the wall after years of apparent stability, and the drywall … Continue reading
