I like to think that I'm not an 'on trend person', but instead someone who hovers off in my own stratosphere where one is not behind, or ahead, but just doing their thing. Of course I can't avoid incorporating trends into my life; fabulous things...

Something for new moms and extra good friends. Despite the never ending bowl of clementines on the counter and copious amounts of miso soup, our family went down this week. Colds, aches, pains and kleenex everywhere. So I made stout ginger bread. It's my sister Sally's recipe,...

Where do I start? How about in Toronto, in the ravine. It's a lovely October morning, and I'm walking with my friend Victoria and her dog Zoe. Let's be clear, we are fast walking. Victoria is a beautiful force - her legs are long and her...

Where do you hang your tea towels? On the oven door? Stuffed into a drawer handle? On a bar in the cupboard under the sink, away from sight, where my mother-in-law used to keep her tea towels, three kitchens ago? Her husband would pull it out to dry...

This is the time of year for goals. A new calendar. A juicing regime. A fresh start. This year, with a nudge from my friend Misty, I'm choosing just one word to spark goals for 2018. It's not a particularly sexy word, but it works for me. The word is discipline. Yawn,...

I'm dreaming of a stress-free Christmas. My sister’s parents in law, Mila and Dave, joined us for Christmas dinner this year. For years Mila hosted 25 around her Christmas table. This year, they arrived as guests.  After dinner I flopped down next to Mila in the living...

  How to make a rented condo with yellow walls and plasticized rules stuck to the wall your own at Christmas time.  I'm here in Quebec with our kids' ski team. We're staying with cousin Les and Pete and their daughter Belle in a brown condo, alongside...

I have two quotes to share with you: one from my cousin Claire Cameron, author of The Last Neanderthal. The other is from Chef Jacques Pépin, the French turned American octogenarian culinary legend. I know, what disparate sources. Claire's comes from a piece in the Globe & Mail. She was asked,...

I’m writing in a happy, foggy trance. Sarah McLachlan is covering Song for a Winter’s Night, Gordon Lightfoot’s gorgeous lullaby that I play this time of year, always.  I play certain songs, again and again, because I crave the FEELING I get when listening. This particular...

It’s hard not to feel the overwhelm this time of year. This is when all the nostalgia and expectations and tick-off lists and work culminate in one joyous, stressful tangle. If only I could remember that quietly sitting and untangling the tangle is always the best way to...