The Drone

The Drone

The drone scares the dog. He is a ten-year-old pit bull/lab mix who has recently become an emotional support animal for the yoga teacher training I co-teach at the university. Already wary of birds—probably due to the great chicken massacre he may have witnessed a few...
Determination

Determination

Determination is a quality I usually ascribe to crocuses. There is no greater example of it at winter’s end than their delicate, willful heads breaking through the snow’s crusty surface. In May, determination belongs to the Canada geese, flying under cover of darkness...
The Blush of Youth

The Blush of Youth

One-hundred-fifty-six years ago today, Abraham Lincoln was struck down in the blush of youth. Honest Abe was not a babe, he was 56. His presidency was in the blush of its youth. I am older now than he was when he went to the theatre. It is amazing for me to imagine...
Where Secrets go to Die

Where Secrets go to Die

The Spa Nordic in Montréal is where secrets go to die. The woman on the porch in the snow, her bikini under her fur coat, is smoking a cigarette. She’s done the hot soak and may even plunge her wrinkled middle-aged body into the cold pool for its healthful benefits...
Julia Child

Julia Child

I remember watching Julia Child on television on a black-and-white set. I loved everything about her. Her height, her apron, her accent, her bubbly personality, her spunk, the way she poured wine into the sauce and into her glass. You name it, if it was Julia Child, I...