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Not sure about you, but my arms are showing a nice degree of toning since falling into the routine of keeping my elbows up all the time — except when relaxing among friends, of course. The new routine is tough, but there is no arguing with the results. It’s a sharper, healthier look. And it bodes well for long-term stamina, a quality, at this stage, that no longer can be taken for granted.
There are certain rules in life that deserve to be questioned. Take the one about wearing white after Labour Day. Who decided this?
The trade war between Canada and the United State has been the focus of Canadian media and politicians over the last few months. We have been forced to react to the unpredictable and egregious actions of Donald Trump, who appears to want to turn our sovereign country into a vassal state. There is, however, a sub-plot in this disagreement: How it plays in Quebec.
It’s always the way. When the pots of colourful autumn asters come in, it’s literally time to take stock. Whether you prefer the yellow ones or the burgundy ones (or the beautiful blue ones with the yellow eyes), you have officially crossed the seasonal border of the year. September is here and you must now switch over from your inner-nurturer-gardener to your outer-cleaner-upper.
Is it just me or is there an increase in the pressure to just calm down and carry on? Like getting worked up is a bad thing? Especially with the recent passing of feminist stalwart Gloria Steinem (check out Famous Last Words on Netflix and the Finding Your Roots episode The Pioneers on the PBS Passport app), maybe it’s time to lean in to the antsy discomfort that might lead to change. Just me? OK, carry on anyway with these edgy new offerings.
It appears Parti Québécois leader Paul St-Pierre Plamandon thought using the old enemy-of-my-enemy-is-my-friend approach to wooing English-speaking voters would somehow be successful. Well, it was not.
Part of the charm of living in a small community is that, after a while, you discover there are rules. Not the kind posted on a sign or buried in a municipal bylaw. These are the unwritten rules. Nobody explains them to you. You just pick them up along the way.
Recently the City of Montreal celebrated the 50th anniversary of the Olympics. Even after all this time, believe those Olympics will forever be an embarrassment to the city, to the province and to the legacy of former Mayor Jean Drapeau
I came late in life to pesto. Having grown up with only salt, pepper and occasional cinnamon in the spice rack, fresh pesto made with aromatic basil was a remote exotic world onto itself. But when I started gardening and planted out my first batch of herbs, a little pot of basil ignited a bit of a taste revolution. Now, I make fresh pesto every summer.
Looking back is often productive, although occasionally the victory exacts its own price, as evidenced by this selection of new viewing recommendations: another look back at an epic poem, a group vacation, an anniversary reflection on The Tragically Hip (sob), a missing-child crime thriller and the return of a fictional talk-show host.