I walked into Book City in Toronto last week, looking for a little gift for my mom, and ran right into a cookbook display that was built by someone who is clearly stalking my brain and has been for at least a year.
Summer in TO has been pretty typical so far. Which is to say: There have been night markets and there have been street sales. There have been parties crashed by the expected but unwanted guests–raccoons. (No longer just midnight marauders...
I’ve lived on the Danforth, a few blocks from Toronto’s concentrated stretch of Greek restaurants, for three years and to be honest, I’ve snubbed them. Mostly because I thought they were snubbing me. Being a non-meat-eater, a glance or two...
When I left my job at the magazines last year, I left a lot of amazing people. But around that time and since, so many seems to have left to pursue another passion, just like I did. So I was...
