Recipes for Trouble

To Say Goodbye

When are you going to write something new said The Scrabble Player. I check your blog every day. You do? I asked incredulous. And then: I think I’m done. Scrabble Player nodded in her mild, earnest way and added, quite seriously Maybe. You. Need. To. Say. Goodbye. We’ve both been dealing with good bye,…

Recipes for Trouble

The Absence Fills

Sometimes there are no words that can comfort. Instead, friends bring flavours, smells, textures. They bring pastry, and chocolate mousse cake. The Animator cooks me fish and rice. Others bring a fruit tart in the depths of winter. Mangoes. A casserole. The Queer Colleague drove all the way to her favourite bakery uptown to…

Recipes for Trouble

My Mother, My Muse

For the past six years, in this blog, I have written quite frequently about my mother. Her perogies, her love for ice cream, her dignity in the face of illness. My mother is my muse. My mother Vera died last Friday January 11. Mama has appeared in all of my 5 books. When visiting,…