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Love letters

Love letters

About three years ago, one of my beloveds sent me this short email: I’m not sure if I’ve ever shared with you my creed, which was put into words for me by the considerate E.M. Forster. This is it: “I believe in aristocracy, though–if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. … Continue reading

Your cat is probably cheating on you

Your cat is probably cheating on you

If you have a cat, and that cat goes outdoors even occasionally, then you’re going to have to accept this: you’re not the only person in your kitty’s life. As the body attached to the hand that feeds, pets, and takes away the night soil, you are almost certainly the most important person in your … Continue reading

Dear “Lucy”

Dear “Lucy”

Dear “Lucy,” I wanted to let you know that I received your comment on this old book review; you wrote: When stupid reviewers write crap reviews! Really–every comment elicits a face palm! Ever considered doing something else with your time? Having received death threats for a negative review of a Cormac McCarthy novel as well … Continue reading

Hunkering down

Hunkering down

I used to love a good winter hunker: curled up in a great armchair like Alice, but with a book rather than a ball of wool, tea and toast at hand, and in latter days, the fireplace channel roaring gaily on the TV. Hunkering was easier and could be continued almost indefinitely when I was … Continue reading

The last year

The last year

Pain A year ago today, a friend texted me to let me know one of our mutual friends had killed herself. For a long time, she’d been struggling but also deflecting any attempts friends made to find out what was wrong or if they could help. I suppose I wasn’t surprised, but I remember noting … Continue reading

Reading everywhere

Reading everywhere

Two things. First, this is not a polemic celebrating the extreme sport of reading and walking at the same time (a sport known also by its adherents simply as “reading”). I am, of course, at least theoretically in favour of this dangerous and endearing activity, having once been one of its greatest long distance athletes. But … Continue reading

Summer gothic

Summer gothic

Everyone becomes unhinged, to some degree, during summer in Toronto, and this has been a particularly bad one. Most of the summer, but especially July and August, were made up of endless, blurring weeks during which the windows could not be opened and the A/C was never turned off; even so, it was often still too … Continue reading

Paradise

Paradise

My husband and I recently spent a week in beautiful, temperate, laid back British Columbia–mostly in Victoria, but with a couple days in Vancouver at the end. It was, in a very intense and basic way, a vacation: we had no responsibilities to order our days or curtail our fancies, save to feed ourselves. But … Continue reading