In late January, Kingston was the centre of a major “terrorist” story. I live in Kingston; in fact, just a few blocks from one of the houses raided in the investigation. This was certainly the closest I had ever come Continue reading Just who do we call a terrorist?
My partner and I left Canada last week in a flurry of cold weather, snow and minor roadblocks (a flat tire on the morning of our departure, a train that was more than two hours late, no cabs available to Continue reading La primavera se adelante
When I was a kid, I longed to discover I was adopted. I whiled away many a summer’s afternoon and winter’s evening convincing myself that, unlike my younger siblings, I was not the fruit of our parents’ loins. I went Continue reading Who do you think you are?
My partner and I made our first trip to San Miguel de Allende (SMA), Mexico, in February 2014, to visit close friends; writers who had connected with SMA through its international writers’ conference. It did not take us long to Continue reading The magic of San Miguel