I crashed. Plummeted, really, this weekend. Can’t quite remember the trigger, but sometime after watching the engrossing and satisfying final Harry Potter on Saturday night, I settled in with those black dogs of depression and…
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We’re still not done with that gorgeous chinook salmon my brother brought to last weekend’sfamily gathering. After the leftovers were stripped of meat for the fishcakes, there was still head, skeleton, and odds ‘n ends…
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Remember Saturday’s fish, caught by my bandana-ed brother in the background there, being expertly filleted by my son-in-law, the cook. While he and my brother prepared the fish to bone-free grill perfection, they put aside…
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I felt compelled to read her poetry after hearing Sinclair give a paper on Jan Zwicky this past spring in Fredericton. Handy that Kitty Lewis, the apparently indefatigable general manager of Brick Books, just “happened”…
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We finally got the professional wedding photographs, and I’m thrilled with them all, selfishly delighted to see that the ones with me in them are not bad at all (in contrast withthese). I love this…
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