Vinaigrettes
Like any reputable Goddess, Mar Sulaika muses about her observations of the world at large.

A Goddess, however, doesn't use the simple word vignette to describe a brief, evocative account or episode. No, of course not.

A 'Vinaigrette', however, is not only a dressing of oil and vinegar but, historically, a small, ornamental bottle for holding smelling salts...and...you may just need them....

Apartment Managers: Canada’s Answer to Mussolini

It’s an old saw that we don’t learn from history, but the repetition of bad behaviour in the extreme during a world pandemic is unconscionable by those in power of anything.

The Trudester Does COVID

I went to see my mother at Haro Park Center where she has lived the last 4 years, and where she survived the Covid pandemic that hit Vancouver in March 2020. It had only been a week but seeing her come towards me took my breath away. She appeared more…

The Ghost on The Lady Ghislaine

August 9, 2020 Pipits and wagtails and maybe a song sparrow or two, breakfast from my very old bird feeder in my terrace garden around 5:30 in the mornings. It delights me to see them beak down, as they pick up, then thrust their heads up. Sometimes out…

Musing… Real Life In Real Estate

May 5, 2019 My best friend, Mark in London, and his wife are selling their house now that the kids are setting off for college. It’s that empty-nesting-downsizing thing. With the overemphasis on hurry-up-and-click-bait your life to death with techno…

A Memory A Day: TRUDY AT THE OSCARS

Remember back in the l970s’s the Orgasm-Atron in the movie, Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex But Were Afraid to Ask? A character would walk into what looked like a space-age telephone booth. After a few minutes of twirling around inside he would…

A Memory A Day: MEDITERRANEAN WINNIPEG

When I drink tea from a particular porcelain cup of my mother’s which I have known all my life, I am transported to another world. Where the Crinoline Lady in blue and yellow holds a basket of flowers I imagined as a kid, a whole garden of such ladies…

Musing… ABELARD & THE COCOBOLO

“…The truths of our hearts and memories never finish running their risks,” wrote Peter Abelard to his love, Heloise in the 1100s. I look down from that flash card clipped to the lampshade on my desk as my eyes catch sight of a dusty wood carved turtle.

Musing… MEMORIA

The latin word for memory is memoria. The very sound of that word draws me back into, and forward with, a wave of some emotion I cannot describe. Like the tides I watch from the 26th floor of my apartment building. Even from a distance those tides are…

Ya Gotta Laugh… THE DELIGHTS OF DEMENTIA

“When did you get back from China?” Mom asked. “I’m not in China, mom. How are you?” A few minutes later, she said, “When are you going to China?” Mom, I’m not going to China. I’m going to be right here.

Ya Gotta Laugh… RIDICULOSITY IN DIRE CIRCUMSTANCES

Someone had the audacity to send me an email today on what to do if you were bored in the Covid-19 Lockdown that has gripped Vancouverites like a very ugly pangolin chomping on a bat wing. Bored?