It was a lot of work and a lot of fun. It is, as a vegan and a fair to middling cook and baker, my absolute pleasure to showcase delicious plant powered food for friends and family.
I want to wish everyone a wonderful holiday season however and with whomever you celebrate. I will be spending time with my treasured family, as well as reflecting on what my vegan and AR advocacy will look like in the coming year.
I am sure that you have all experienced times when something, someone, a concept, a thought, an idea resonated so deeply with you, that you had to run with it without exactly understanding why. It seems corny to call it a “knowing”, but that is what it feels like to me, even though I am not quite sure what that “knowing” is.
I first came across Ren Hurst on Facebook in the last year or so, when
My, my, my, the City of Montreal and our illustrious and obstinate Mayor Denis Coderre certainly have a knack for making the front page of mainstream news. So much of the swirling controversy has been inglorious as well as unflattering to the unwavering mayor.
Reformatting, updating and re-posting of an article first published on March 2nd, 2014.
Late, last summer we went to British Columbia, Canada to attend the wedding of my nephew and his beautiful bride. It was supposed to be a wonderful event, and it was, but it certainly didn’t start out that way.
Family lore has it that at every big, family function, Anne (that would be me) will either arrive with or manage to acquire during said event, some manner of physical …
The original version of my article about Jo-Anne McArthur of We Animals was published in Feb of 2014, a few months before my fledgling vegan blog got an overhaul and new look thanks to my web designer and way, way before I knew anything about formatting. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that it was not a pretty scene – me hammering away at the keyboard, trying to write and add features and pics to my content to …
I am Canadian and it is astonishing to me that I know so little about the Commercial Seal Hunt, the roots of which run deep in the fabric of Canadian history. The only real childhood memory I have of the Seal Hunt is, funnily enough, a good one. I remember vividly the Christmas gifts of sealskin fashioned into boots, hats, change purses…. the joy that came from opening these treasures wrapped in festive paper and ribbon was palpable. Although the …