This month I asked our columnists to write a few lines about the most romantic thing they have done in the last few years. Many of them had…
This morning I lay in bed in that not quite awake state, with my eyes shut but listening to the birds chattering outside. The light changed ever so…
It is Saturday evening just before dusk. My study windows are open and I can hear children playing in the yard two doors down. A lone kid on…
November 26, 2008 The sun is shining and once again, from my table in the boathouse, I can watch it dance and sparkle on the lake. The water…
November 27, 2008 There is a thunderstorm shaking the cottage. It’s the end of a long summer here. In the last few days we’ve said goodbye to each…
November 27, 2008 I’ve placed my writing desk in an alcove of windows on the third floor of our new home. The view from my window is filled…
November 27, 2008 The concert in Hamilton ended early, the bar was crowded and the group I was with were loud and boisterous. I was tired after a…
November 27, 2008 Last night I had the kind of dream that makes you think about what you ate at dinner. I wished I could have stayed in…
November 28, 2008 Dear Fred Eaglesmith, I am now sitting in my study; an old grandfather clock ticks away time in the hall outside my door and I…
December 3, 2008 There is a bite in the air this morning. My four-year-old son plays on the floor in front of the fire with an old bolt…
