Watching the Oscars while sick offers a cocktail of kicks. While I don’t recommend it entirely—stomach flu has zero charm unlike its cousin, the common cold which allows for chicken soup—I will say this for it: delirium rids the thing of any heft. Read More
Those still needing a copy for gifts can locate a book while supplies last at Mabel’s Fables Bookstore or Interior Couture,* both in Toronto.
* I will be signing copies at this location on Wednesday, December 14th at 12:30 pm
A week from today, my book with love and sugar will be available in a Toronto bookstore jammed with goodies.
Tucked on a Toronto midtown corner where those passing can’t help but gape at the wondrous windows, Mabel’s Fables has survived where others have fallen. Since 1988, this gem has done far more than serve up children’s stories. Dreams are the currency here. When owner Eleanor Lefave invited me to launch my food memoir in her store, I might have fallen over right then. Fortunately for the stacks of gorgeous books around me, I wobbled but stayed afloat—just.
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To all the little girls who are watching this, never doubt you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.
Fighting for what’s right is worth it.
A little sliver of good in every day.
Scoff away. It’s there if you look.
In a blur of news squalor I can no longer digest (hundreds of thousands of children trapped by ISIS-held Mosul, Trump’s third wife dismissing her husband’s terrifying comments as “boy talk”) there is goodness to be found, relished, and celebrated. Read More
The name’s Bond…Jane Bond. That name may make some readers cringe. A female bond? James Bond is the white man’s cool, womanizing hero. He belongs to the male world. What would happen to masculinity everywhere if we took that away?
It’s an outrage similar to that of the reaction to Charlize Theron as the one-armed heroine of last year’s Mad Max: Fury Road, and not the titular male character. But the internet has recently been pushing for a lady Bond, proposing that actresses like Priyanka Chopra (of Bollywood and Quantico fame) have the chops. And how much would the character really change if a woman was cast as the infamous spy? It indicates how much we attribute behaviours to particular genders —why can’t a woman kick ass, casually pick up men (or women), brood over her dark past, and look hot while drinking a martini. Shaken, not stirred, of course.
As a superstar athlete, Guillaume Côté’s return from injury should be headline news. A year ago, the principal dancer of the National Ballet of Canada fell while performing a solo in the company’s annual production of The Nutcracker. Since then, he’s become a father. His wife Heather Ogden, a fellow principal dancer with the company, delivered their baby girl Emma a year ago, mere weeks after Côtés fall.
Côte had surgery to repair a torn ACL and is now ready to take the stage once more. Tonight he will dance the lead role in Romeo and Juliet.
Red Chronicle readers unfamiliar with this massive talent can catch up on my fangirl admiration here, here and here.
Or here.
What happens to an artist when they stop performing for a spell? When they become a parent? Côte’s passions have already extended to music composition, film and choreography. Perhaps the most anticipated dance event of next year is the National Ballet’s world premiere of his first full-length ballet, an adaptation of the classic children’s book, Le Petite Prince. Tonight, however, will have no shortage of suspense.
The story of star-crossed lovers may be well-worn. Not so the dramatic backdrop of Cote’s return to the spotlight.
Expect magic.
