Colds. We’re all too familiar with the usual trajectory: sore throat → sneezing → cough… and sometimes all at the same time. No year would be complete without the Christmas Cold. Having just gone through one of these winter-wonder specials, I thought I’d share some of the balms I found most helpful with you, dear readers.
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Friday Follies #66 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Good to see you again, Friday Folliestas! This week the Grammar Cop brings you another trio of terrible boo-boos. And she is sorry she couldn’t find a synonym for “boo-boo” starting with a “t.” Ah well, such is life.
Friday Follies #65 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Welcome back, fellow grammarphiles – and grammarphobes! Today the Grammar Cop will focus her razor-sharp-but-jaundiced eye on several related misdemeanours.
Greece: Episode Three – How to steal a stroller
I’ve written about our Greek sojourn before, in Meanwhile, Back in Greece and Greece: Episode Two – I knocked harder. Now I must tell you about the Great Stroller Steal of the Century.
Goodbye my love: Notes to an absent automobile
How did I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Rise of the Swamp Gas
Ok, people. This has gone far enough! We have a lovely channel here called Animal Planet. Can you please tell me why it features such idiotic fare as:
Book Progress Report #8
So as I mentioned in my last update, I was deep in revisions – but since then I’ve finished that phase and have embarked on my first query submissions to literary agents.
Attack of the Amazon – or, Bike Saga, Part 3
So. Further to my unofficial bike saga, wherein Part 1 was Quintessential Montreal: The Little Bike That Fit, and Part 2 was It’s Just Like Riding a Bicycle…, I am recounting my latest bike escapade to you now, while it’s still fresh in my mind.
It’s just like riding a bicycle…
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Stuck in Beginners B Forever!
I have such fond memories of the Hampton Street YMCA! Also known as the NDG Y, due to its location in the leafy Montreal borough of Notre-Dame-de-Grâce, it was my second home during the summers when I was eight, nine and ten years old.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 