Memories of a summer at Plage Laval, near Montreal.
Billy and Me
Memoir
The Making of a Nicotine Addict, 1956
Montreal murals in days of old, advertising cigarettes… they used to be everywhere. This was but one factor contributing to the belief (for me and too many others) that it was perfectly okay to smoke. Here’s what else helped to lead me down the tobacco-strewn path.
Belmont Park
The Scrambler
Kiddieland
Roller Coaster
Belmont Park Entrance
This is a little slice of nostalgia about my first visit to an amusement park. (It was published in our daily newspaper in its special section commemorating the 350th anniversary of the founding of Montreal.)
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Learning to Drive… Again. Thanks, Ma!
This is a modest tribute to my sweet, wise mother, who passed away almost ten years ago. I miss her every day.
Kitchen Karma
The alternate title I considered for this silly piece was Google to the Rescue, but it sounds too much like an old episode of Lassie.
Hope you enjoy this true story.
The worst teachers I ever had
As I reread my earlier post, “A wry look at busy, busy doctors” (aka “How to be a rotten doctor”), it made me think of a much earlier draft which was called “How to be a rotten teacher” instead.
32A: My First Bra
This is a fond look (well, alternately fond/horrifying) back at an innocent time during the 1950s when I so longed to grow up, to be older. Silly me. Silly impatient me.
Tennis Anyone?
Since I love tennis, and Wimbledon just started today, here’s a little piece I wrote some years back. (Note: This is not hilarious, unlike my previous post. I figured I’d insert poignant. Just to keep you on your toes. I will return to hilarious next time. :-))
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 