Tag: Montreal
December 6th.
December 6, 1989. Fourteen bright young women were singled out and killed in Montreal’s Ecole Polytechnique.?áI, personally, will never forget that day. Today I look out at Montreal’s snow, and think about?áour loss of those women and?áthe violence that persists against women all over the world. We have to remain strong and support each other,…
It happens. You shop for wool, but end up finding bi?¿re.
This is what we found one day on our way to buy some wool to make felted soaps. Les D?®lires du Terroir – bi?¿res, fromages et gourmandises du Qu?®bec. It is at 6406 rue St. Hubert, just below Beaubien. The cheese and gifts looked nice and so did the beer. We had no idea that…
Recipe Makeover: Mom’s Peanut Butter Balls
A few days ago I shared the story about my favorite Christmas recipe: Mom’s Peanut Butter Balls. I had expressed a hope that I would be able to improve the healthiness of this treat, while maintaining the deliciousness of it. I think that somehow, through luck or divine intervention or possibly even ingenuinity, I managed…
Five W’s about the Y
We seem to be on the topic of “Move It” this week, so I did a little research into the ?áhistory of the Y! ?áBy learning a little about the Y, I end up learning a bit about Montreal and Concordia University. In 1851, the very first North American YMCA opened in Montreal. ?áIt is…
inspired to move it
Thanks, Natasha, for sharing your experience with getting active and staying in shape. ?áSince my experience is somewhat similar, I want share it. ?áWhen I moved to the big city of Montreal, things changed a great deal for me as well. ?áI no longer drove a car as much. ?áIn fact I don’t own one!…
Gymminnit
by Natasha Henderson, Montreal The gym.?áIt is a?áplace to work out, a place to stretch the?áboundaries?áof how?áyou feel and what your body can do. A place to work out problems, to work in peace, to work in silence or with loud, boisterous laughter.?áDepending on your gym (assuming you?ágo to?áa gym, I understand that a lot…
Non-Toxic Art
by Natasha Henderson, Montreal As some of you may know, I am a painter. I paint in oils, which are a lush and rich material. Pigment is suspended in oil, it slowly dries, it holds its body and texture and translucency… it is like painting?áwith light. Who wouldn’t want to paint with light? It sounds…