
Handmade Ceramic Buttons circa 1930
June 4 | 2022
A duckling, a bunny, a lady bug—tiny emblems of summer. Although near …
January 11 | 2022
As we grapple with this latest wave of Covid, I console myself with the thought that one day, with… more ›
November 24 | 2021
I’m absolutely thrilled to share the news that last night my memoir, The Smallest Objective, won a 2021 Vine… more ›
November 12 | 2021
I’m delighted to have the opportunity to chat about motherhood with other Vine Awards finalists in what promises to… more ›
September 15 | 2021
My father in wartime, savouring a rare moment of leisure. As a young doctor seconded to the Canadian regiment… more ›
August 12 | 2021
Mid-August, the pace is lazy, the temperature’s rising, and nothing is more alluring than the beach. My mother thought… more ›
July 29 | 2021
For her high school scrapbook on birds, shown here, my mother was awarded a “B” without comment. Dating back… more ›
July 15 | 2021
The summer of 1933, though almost a century ago, in some ways resembled the summer of 2021. Having endured… more ›
July 2 | 2021
Leafing through my father’s stamp album, I came across two vintage stamps that reminded me how speed is relative.… more ›
June 21 | 2021
Lots of talk these days about vaccine passports. In 1967, the sought-after passport was the one for Expo, the… more ›
June 11 | 2021
With Ontario finally opening bar and restaurant patios today, everyone’s getting ready to party. Here’s my grandmother Rose in… more ›