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Paul Simon was on to something all those years ago. Every time I hear his 1965 song “The Sound of Silence” the lyrics still touch me with their poetic and magical eloquence: “When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that split the night, and touched the sound of silence.” More than fifty-six years later I find I’m craving silence more than…
We’ve all seen the sad images of alcoholics hiding their shame by drinking from a bottle disguised in a brown paper bag. Do they really think because we can’t see the label we don’t know what they’re hiding? I must confess I have now been reduced to doing a similar thing—only my substance of choice is ice cream. Usually, I try not to even have…
Are you in the mood for an adventure? How about joining an expedition in search of the south pole in Antarctica? Make it even more intriguing by attempting the trip in the year 1897. That’s the beauty of books. Thanks to author Julian Sancton’s Madhouse at the End of the Earth , we can join the crew of Norwegian, Belgian, Danish, French and other nationalities on…
Using a bread machine to bake bread is as easy as ordering books on Amazon. You simply toss your ingredients into the bin and press “Start” or in the case of Amazon, “Place Order”. I’m not like my friend Terry who spends two days baking wonderful sourdough or walnut bread from a homemade starter. While I admire her creativity and her stamina, I’m not that…
When I finished reading Five Little Indians by Michelle Good (which was excellent, by the way), I was in the mood for something completely different—light, undemanding and escapist. So, I read three books that demanded no heavy thinking and presented me with no moral or social dilemmas to contemplate. Three of these books are sort of ‘romance-y’ which is most certainly not my normal choice of…
On Sunday, July 4, 1965, exactly fifty-six years ago this weekend, this boomer left home at the age of seventeen. For good. Faced with another year in high school to do grade thirteen and dreading the prospect, unknown to my parents I had written letters a couple of months earlier to The Bell Telephone Company of Canada (as it was called then) and Ontario Hydro…