On Royal Weddings, PDA, and the Preservation of Love

I'm not a royal fan, though I give the Queen all sorts of credit for serving her office with grace and charm throughout some tumultuous years. I've always been suspicious of inherited positions and wealth - it's so cynical of me because of course, I inherited privilege as well - a healthy upbringing, sort of,…

The Art of Intimacy, or how we can lose it as we grow older

That old yellow wall phone. We had one with an unnaturally long cord in the kitchen of our house. It was the conduit of intimacy. We all spent hours on this phone over the years - it was out of the hearing of the rest of the family once they retired to the den upstairs.…

Oh, Mr. Neville…

One of the blessings of my enforced by MS flare-up idleness is that I have been able to plunge myself into a myriad of books, to wallow in lives not my own, to lay on my patented "chaise short" (an antique chaise with the merit of being less than 5 feet long and thus fitting…

Roméo Irené Pierre Vachon

Such an impossibly romantic name! Such an impossibly romantic background - his father a famous pilot back in the day when pilots rarely made it to the parenting age. My uncle Pierre's father's plane is in the museum of Science and Technology... But it's about my equally romantic uncle I'm writing today. One of my…

A Tiny Wee Heart

I've always loved birds. When I was a kid I had budgies. Of course I didn't really know how to take care of them and they lived, but I didn't love them. Until high school. My dad bought me a blue and white budgie for Christmas and it was love at first sight. There is…

Losing my voices

Some of my pals tell me they are visual types, focused on how a thing looks to determine how they feel about it, or him or her. Not me. I'm a voice gal. I used to swoon regularly listening to Long John Baldry's deep voice, especially his "Oh, Baby!" on "You've lost that Loving Feeling".…

Serpent’s teeth and the brilliance of Shakespeare

I hated reading Shakespeare as I grew up. The language seemed difficult, the concepts dry and old. I was, of course, ignorant. And a philistine. Now I know better, and am continually gobsmacked by what Shakespeare was able to contain in his works. I wonder who I was when I was younger - so sure…

Families, or what would we write about without them?

Saw a mini-van today with a partial stick-figure family on the back - just the dad and the son. The mom and another child had obviously been peeled off (in a fit of pique? In sorrow? In rage?). So I wondered. What happened to the other figures (there might even have been a dog there,…

What is love these days anyways?

Lately I've been wondering. I'm so lucky.I am surrounded by dear friends who I adore and who seem to like me. I don't think I've offended any strangers lately, except for that guy who wanted my parking space. I have children who care about me. But I lack love, that romantic upsurge of joy and…

“Read it and weep. I always do.”

Ah, Romancing the Stone, one of my all time favourite cheesy romantic movies, both for the Danny DeVito chase scene, and for the author's retort to her friend, who accuses her of being a hopeless romantic. "No," she says, "not hopeless. A hopeful romantic." Yep, I know how that goes. That whole hopeful romantic thing.…