by C. Jane Taylor | Mar 13, 2021 | Personal Essays
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...
by C. Jane Taylor | Feb 28, 2021 | Personal Essays
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...
by C. Jane Taylor | Feb 11, 2021 | Personal Essays
If my dharma were the pursuit of truth, I’d not be here tapping these keys right now. I’d have never left welding, where everything is black and white. Well, it’s really black and silver or sometimes black and copper; there are no grey areas. A weld is either a good...
by C. Jane Taylor | Jan 9, 2021 | Personal Essays
More information continues to emerge about the events of Wednesday. They point to a broader conspiracy than it first appeared. Calls for Trump’s removal from office are growing. The Republican Party is tearing apart. Power in the nation is shifting almost by the...
by C. Jane Taylor | Jan 30, 2020 | Personal Essays
EDM stands for electronic dance music. Personally and historically, I am and have been a baroque music fan, but some nights call for EDM. Saturday was such a night – Elvis is singing “Such a Night, ooh what a night it was, it really was,’’ in my head right now which...