• Dynamite Girls

    In the early 1980s, I was a Dynamite Girl. That is, inspired by my subscription to Dynamite Magazine, I formed an all-girl club with a posse of grade-six friends, appointing…

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  • Summer Scenes

    I’ve spent a bit of time at the end of this summer relaxing and recharging, which for me, doesn’t come naturally – I’m much more comfortable keeping busy and crossing…

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  • My People

    I walked into the large hotel meeting room in San Diego with some nervousness. 125 people I’d never met before filled the space, with just as many laptops dotting long…

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  • You Can Call Me Kathy

    I voluntarily gave up my name in 1992. It was an act of convenience, nothing more. Until that year, everyone called me Kathy. Well, everyone except my bubby, who would…

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  • Party Sandwiches

    There is no rational explanation for my obsession with party sandwiches. Small rectangles of the most boring soft, crustless white or whole-wheat bread, layered with chopped egg salad or canned…

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  • Tiny Creature

    I thought it was dead at first. A tiny creature, just a few inches long, dark grey or maybe brown, attached to a larger organ of some kind by a…

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