In February, 2012, as I worked to complete my book, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was thrust into a world of MRIs, visits to the cancer clinic, operations, radiation. I was afraid. Yet, to my surprise, I found myself writing in a more focused way than ever before, with more efficiency and less drama. Even on bad days, I headed to my desk. By disappearing into writing, I had a refuge, and to my surprise the stories I had been having trouble finishing finished themselves. The cancer may have nailed me, but I really felt, as I sat writing under that apple tree, that I was nailing it back.
These new young Toronto elites are very pro business and pro downtown Toronto development. They love Porter Air for business and pleasure. And they don't like to pay a lot of taxes. They certainly don't want their hard-earned salaries supporting feather-bedding unionists, with jobs for life at City Hall and unlimited pensions.
Whatever you think of the causes -- man-made (through CO2 levels created by the burning of fossil fuels), natural (as part of a solar cycle) or divine (as part of a plan to destroy the world -- Canada's climate is changing. Even recently, people have said they "don't believe" in climate change, as if it is akin to Santa Claus or the tooth fairy. But chemistry and physics are not beliefs; they are ways of measuring the physical world. They don't negotiate, and they don't hand out second chances.
What Paula Simons doesn't appear to understand is that there is more chance of teaching kids, with enthusiasm, that sex is best saved for marriage so that as much as possible, children can be conceived in a loving home environment, from a Christian-based organization than from a Planned Parenthood-based organization.
Women have been brought up to believe that they have the right to pursue their own goals and dreams without any consideration for those around them. As a result, we have women having babies who almost immediately hand the child off to a daycare worker or nanny so that they can return to the office in order to feel fulfilled.
Andrew Mitrovica has decided to inflict himself on the Huffington Post in an attempt to attack a number of Canadian cultural and journalistic figures who have been publicly well-disposed to me. Unfortunately for Mitrovica, this seems to be just the hackneyed effort of a minor personality seeking some grandeur for himself.
Toronto's Fords, mayor and councillor, may not think much of libraries, or culture or what pride means in the 21st century, but they are theatrical in a two-four box of beer kind of way. As I recall from my youth, getting "two-four'd" often left a large hangover to cope with. Can T.O. avoid this fate?