Category: Beauty

One thing about being flat-in-bed sick for four days is that, after you’ve grown weary of reading and television, it gives you time for something like a m...

This morning I was in conversation with my muse. Well she’s not really a muse, but I don’t know how else to describe her. Still, I want to name her ...

I feel the pressure of accepting coffee cake because the barista is enthused about it. And so it begins. I want a day without pressure. I want a day that is kep...

By a bus stop on Saanich road we set up our furniture. A sofa, arm chairs, a pole lamp–humped through the sagging front door of our listing bungalow, carr...