Pretty much can’t be done. According to one acclaimed costume designer – and this must intoned in a deep, throaty, Katharine Hepburn educated drawl – “There can be only ONE fat cat.” I’m not saying that there aren’t svelte dancer bodies in community theatre. I’m just saying that there aren’t enough of them that you’d…
Rissa was at a sleepover, we had the house to ourselves for the evening, so when we left Shopper’s, arms laden with chips and popcorn, we were intent on getting home as quickly as possible. (Insert eyebrows waggling in deliberate sexual innuendo here.) It was cold and drizzly as we raced back towards our…
On Lakeshore Drive there is a house. Situated on the south side of the street, its back yard opens to Lake Ontario. I pass it every time I go for my extended walk. The new owners seem determined to transform this 1980s homogenized architecture into… something… more. I’ve been watching its transformation for months. In…