Once I really did leave home to join the carnival – and became a king. Truly, I still have the old name tag. One of my long-term goals is to do literary justice to those amazing colleagues of mine at the Stampede. The Night Circus and The Master and Margarita (from last month) are all […]Read more "New Beans, New Book, Old Memories."
I was first introduced to Albert Camus in high school, by my French teacher. We were studying his play, Les Justes, but I became captivated by Camus’ themes. At the time, I was working at the Stampede as a parking lot attendant. Each night, I would spend hours in my quiet parking booth, reading. The […]Read more "New Beans, Warm Treats, and an Old Friend"
It turns out not even all the coffee in Calgary could help me get through my reading list last month, so there’s a bit of overlap for March (and Night Circus is pushed back into April). I did write and submit three short stories – so there’s that. The Dylan Thomas volume is based on […]Read more "March Make-up"
What better way to fuel up your February ambition than with a morning cup of hot chocolate? The YYC Hot Chocolate Festival presented by Meals on Wheels kicked off this week and my beverage of choice today is Bridgeland Market’s Peppered Petals & Cocoa featuring cardamom and rose water with pink peppercorn sprinkles. I’m not […]Read more "February Goals"
January’s goals are a real mixed bag. I’ve been looking forward to reading Madeleine Thien’s Do Not Say We Have Nothing since the fall and have been promising my daughter that I would read The Cursed Child for almost as long. Ken Dryden’s autobiography, The Game, has sat on my shelf for almost six years, […]Read more "January Goals"
As November was all about writing goals, December has been about trying to catch up on some reading ones and setting new goals for next year. I’m not afraid to admit that I’m a bit behind on my reading, roughly six books off the pace I set for myself (though I did write a lot more […]Read more "Reading Goals"
For Leonard With Leonard gone, Whose songs to compare With the morning sun, Not that I did compare, But I do, Now that he is gone.Read more "Leonard Cohen"