1st generation Canadian-Hungarian
Father, Fly fisher, Chef, Reader, Leader, and working on writer.
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Parachute Parenting. When You Can't Drop Out Of The Sky Even If You Could
Each night at bedtime, my twelve-year-old daughter and I have a window of time to chat candidly about whatever is on her mind.
The Queen Of Cringe Is Anything But. Lindsay Rae Brown Is Super Adorbs
I live in Canada, where hockey is king, and I have a daughter who wants to rule the throne. Yesterday, my daughter's team schedule was adjusted to playing in a different city against another team. This sent us down to the current hometown of our very impressive, famously talented writer, Lindsay Rae Brown. As the kids piled into the dressing room in a cacophony of laughter and jeers, it occurred to me that the opportunity to meet one of my most favorite and always wonderful writers had fallen into my lap. So, I sent LRB a quick message because we are already long-time FB friends, and at my age and disposition, anyone I've spoken with consistently for the last six months or so is firmly entrenched in my top friend's list.
Gut Twisting Rage Over Low Income Living and Kraft Dinner.
There used to be rules, rules unwritten but learned and understood. First, you worked hard for others, starting low on the ladder, gaining experience and skills, and slowly but surely working your way to better opportunities. Then, you'd find a career, not your last or best, but one to get you moving forward towards a goal with a plan forming on how to get there. Then somewhere along the line, you probably get married, most likely start a family, and work hard because the others you're working for are depending on you. But you don't mind, the goal is worth the effort, and the reward is far more satisfying than a fat bank account. You're a good human, making and looking after better people, and everyone is satisfied because you're taking home a solid five-figure salary.
Miracles at the MRI
Montreal in the summer of 1988 was a revelation. A city of glorious cathedrals, fantastic restaurants, and bustling promenades paraded by an obscene population of stunning girls and women displaying bare legs in summer dresses wearing brilliant smiles. I was fifteen and falling in love every five minutes.
Don’t Bring Those Reds in My Shop Boss; I’ll Burn Those Russians Down.
The thaw of the Cold War began in the mid-1980s, Mikhail Gorbachev. The General Secretary of the U.S.S.R. began floating new ideologies around with foreign words like glasnost and perestroika.
How Bruce Springsteen Ruined My Day and He Can Wreck Yours Too.
You can’t listen to Bruce while you write. Technically, you can, but it won’t do you any favors in the focus department. Your brain will split; you’ll be singing along with him, while the other half of your brain attempts to think, write and read, all quite poorly.
Junior High Warm-Ups. Three Movies and a Big Dad Win.
Upon returning home from a vacation visiting my extended family on the east coast, it was time to change gears. We had a lot to do, and big things were on the way.
Poached Pear Frangipane Tart
Interested in more interesting recipes? Click here for the Vocal Cook's Collaborate Index. Fall is well settled in now. The fallen golden, yellow, and red leaves scatter lawns, the green trees of summer now half skeletons dot yards along the streets. The mornings are crisp, frost hugs the edges of car windshields, and you can see your breath in the exhale of mornings out the door.