On some mornings, I get up thinking about Twyla Tharp (left), the American choreographer. And I’m not even a dancer, I’m a writer. I don’t know Twyla, but I do know that she moves like Fred Astaire (leading, not following) and once directed a line of classical ballerinas to sing en pointe. Years of studying the [...]
Anne is back!
Originally published in June 2010 in Blog
A happy follow-up to my post Best Before Dates, written three months ago. Broadcast journalist, Anne Mroczkowski (left), fired last February as co-anchor of Toronto’s CityNews at Six on City TV, is back on air tonight. The rumours on Twitter were true. Global wooed and won her as the new co-host (with Leslie Roberts) of [...]
Paris notebook
Originally published in April 2010 in Blog
When I lived in Paris, predatory businessmen searching for a cinq à sept used to chase me past apartment buildings like this. After a while, I stopped worrying about what was behind me and started thinking about what was beyond the balconies in the flats above. I imagined rooms dressed in faded cream and mint [...]
Je ne suis pas flattée
Originally published in March 2010 in Blog
When French poet Jean Cocteau told Coco Chanel “you think like a man,” mad, she countered by grabbing a silk ribbon and tying it around her head (bow forward). “Chanel may have believed she was equal to any man,” writes Janet Wallach, “but she never confused the two sexes. Parity was important, but femininity was [...]
Best before dates
Originally published in March 2010 in Blog
Anne Mroczkowski has thought about it, but gender is one rabbit hole she doesn’t want to go down, at least not in public. Last month, the award-winning journalist and co-host of Toronto’s CityNews at Six on City TV was fired. She was one of about 35 staffers handed their walking papers and one of seven [...]
The long goodbye …
Originally published in February 2010 in Blog
My mother knew her entire adult life what was coming. But confirmation arrived the day she shuffled into the kitchen, swung open a few cupboard doors, then turned to me and asked, “Where are the singing noodles?” From that day forward, I stopped leaning on mum and started extending a protective hand. Before long, pots [...]
Fiction and human nature
Originally published in January 2010 in Blog
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