I’ve just returned from a week at Canyon Ranch in Tuscon. I remembered a kibbutz-like place with cheesy Southwestern furnishings and dark carpets. Those were the late 80’s. Those days are done. Now I can safely say: I’ve been Ranched.
There’s a glimmer of hope on the horizon as the 5 grand dig begins. And there was happiness in the air tonight, not just sewage. Because of Glee.
My man turned 40 last week. Trying to figure out where to go and what to do for this particular fellow was a bit of a nightmare. He’s one of the most social cats I know, so a party could be deadly – in every way. And trying to pick a handful of pals for […]
My man and I love our babes to bits. But we also love each other, which is why we skipped town, hit the 401 and headed to Montreal.
Montreal, je t’aime. Stunning, accessible, and a helluva lot cheaper than Toronto, what’s not to love? Everyone’s got their fave places and spaces. And here are mine…