Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
Dear P!nk, Let me begin by saying that we’re not crazy. Crazy adjacent perhaps but most definitely, probably of sound mind, so I hope you’ll read this letter with an open heart. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, please consider this your formal invite to be our friend. Is this bold? Yes. …
None of us is getting out of here alive; there’s nothing more certain about life than our eventual death. Some of us will have our lives ripped from our hands in an instant with nary a second to ponder our existence, while others, like Gord Downie, will be handed their death sentence and time. Months, days, …
Thirty years ago, I had tickets to see The Who as part of their Reunion Tour in Toronto, except I never got to use them. My father, without consulting me first, committed me to work the night of the concert. I was apocalyptic, with an extra dash of over dramatization, as only a 20 year …
As mid-life awakenings go (I refuse to call it a crisis), mine has been pretty tame. Quite ho-hum actually. I left my husband with a bang one day last June and never looked back, travelled to Europe with my daughters in July, moved back in with my parents in August, moved into a new home …
