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The two things I pretended to punch at this week’s Tai Bo cl

Why, you might legitimately ask, do I have so many problems with retail salespeople?

This week at my Tai Bo/Kickboxing class I aimed my flurries of punches and kicks at Jonathan Randall, the arch villain from Outlander. Sadistic monster: Take that!

Because of a weird glitch with Blogger, my contact information tends to migrate around this page.

I’m trying to come up with a new title for Miss Smithers for the U.K. edition.

If blog neglect is a crime, I may be looking at 6 months in jail.

Recently in this blog I complained about how when a book comes out it can feel anticlimactic.

Dear Hotel Monaco Seattle, You are a nice hotel: colourful, comfortable, convenient.

Miss Smithers is now available! It’s on the shelves in Canada and Australia and should hit the shelves in the U.S. next week.

One portly rollerskater, complete with long, curly grey hair, short-shorts and a baby blue T-shirt.

Frank is going in for minor surgery tomorrow. Needless to say, I am a wreck.

We spent Easter weekend in Tahsis, a small town, and I do mean small, at the end of Vancouver Island.

Is the website, Television Without Pity

Please note: I love hearing from those of you who read this blog (and/or my books) and I will write you back.

Because in the last 7 days I have seen:

I have read her in Salon.com and admired her writing, but it wasn’t until I read A Massive Swelling: Celebrity Culture Re-Examined as a Grotesque Crippling Disease that I fully appreciated the glory that is Cintra Wilson’s mind.

To the sixtyish man wearing a trucker hat and no nonsense expression sitting on a stoop that I passed this morning,

I’ve decided the very best thing about being a grown up is flower bulbs.

Informed the hummingbirds would be arriving to our part of the world on March 1, I rushed out and bought a feeder.

“As it was Mother’s birthday that we were going to celebrate...