My dearest reader, Well, 2017 is almost officially a wrap! Thank you for visiting my weekly blog this year. Do you have any idea how much it means to me? SO MUCH! Here are my most popular posts of 2017. Doing Stranger Things in Bed…
Dear Director, Loyalty & Retention (The Globe and Mail) Thank you very much for your letter and 2017 calendar thanking us for our 25+ year loyalty as subscribers to the Globe and Mail. As my husband John reminded me, “I’ve had a longer relationship…
Just in case you think I’m just a pretty face who only writes about touchy-feely topics, I will have you know that I have two short pieces in the current issue of This magazine. This is celebrating its 50th anniversary in print this year, and…
My older son Jake graduated from university this spring. After four years living on the east coast he packed his books, bass guitar, laptop and came home. Oh, and he packed his girlfriend Michelle too. They are living here for the summer before they head…
My friend “Brian” received an email from “Maggie” out of the blue, someone whom he had dated in high school and has not seen in decades. Maggie hinted she often made it into the city where Brian lived—prompting Brian’s wife to ask, “WTF?” Have you…
If you are looking for more signs of an impending apocalypse, Playboy’s decision to stop publishing nude photos has got to be one. I know many men (and some women) say they only read Playboy for the articles (and indeed writers like Margaret Atwood, Gabriel…
Have you ever been deluded by an illusion of love? If so, you are not alone. The most extreme story I’ve heard is of a Montreal woman, Sandra Bagaria. Sandra met Amina Arraf, a Syrian blogger and activist on-line. Their texts and photo sharing became…
Ok, here is the thing. I want a launch party for my book. The only teensy weensy thing standing in my way (apart from having to re-write the darn book for the third time to re-focus my audience) is a huge platform, the kind of…
The very best thing about Christmas holidays is having my university-aged cubs back in the family den. The next very best thing about Christmas holidays is having my cubs’ friends around, many whom I’ve known since they were in diapers. They are now all sporting…
My parent’s generation had it so easy. It was not hard for them to keep an affair secret from their spouse. Phones (only landlines existed) didn’t have caller id, and Blackberry’s were just a lowly fruit that got left at the bottom of the salad…