My agent, Laura Langlie, knows I love reading beautifully written books, so she sent me a galley of Sarah Dooley's new book, Body of Water.

Laura was right. It is beautifully written, the voice strong and true. The problem was, I had to put it down. It was too...

Last night, at 6:50 p.m., I cut a couple of nice wedges of hot homemade apple pie for my husband and me.

I had to kick into high problem-solving mode to make this pie. I'd bought all the ingredients, but I forgot to check the cupboards to see if...

I have a day off, but I am reluctant to leave the apartment. It was a long day on the set yesterday. My pickup was 6:15 a.m. and I arrived home around 9 p.m.. Don is out of town on business. And even though, many times, when I come home...

It's been busy. So much has happened since I last wrote I barely know where to start.

I guess I'll just dive right in.

Here I sit, am back in Toronto. It was still dark outside when I awoke. I had hoped that it was a temporary awakening and that...

I don't feel like writing about mother/daughter stuff anymore. The last one I wrote made me feel so sad and the idea of writing another blog either about being a mother of a daughter, or a daughter of a mother made me feel even sadder.

Then I realized, "Hey, I...

In last week's post Emily posed the question, what it means "to daughter" someone.

Seven years ago I would have been able to answer that question with a clear conscience. I was what the world would call "a good daughter." Seven years ago, I saw my own mother...

It is my turn to write the blog and it is hanging over my head like a sack full of bricks.

A million things spring to mind. Things I want to say, words that want to be spoken, but I am editing myself. Don't want to rock the boat,...

When I first told my husband about my inspired idea to do a Mother/Daughter blog there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he said.

"Of course," I replied using my confident voice, but there was a dropping...

I spent the majority of the day in the comfort of my air-conditioned hotel room, memorizing and re-memorizing my lines.

Standing at the window looking out, flung across the bed bellowing lines at the ceiling, or pacing the small space between the desk and the foot of the bed...

I flew from Toronto to Newark this afternoon. It was very bumpy and took a long time to descend. I had melted my herbal motion sickness pills under my tongue and usually that means I'm good to go... not today.

I was sitting next to a very nice young man....