I sent an email to Son, the Crooner who is still in the Philippines with his kids – the children in his day care. Me: Good morning son. I realize that it is not morning to…
This blog will start with the most fantastic thing that someone said to me yesterday. It was said at the Equinox, located on West Georgia Street in Vancouver. I was telling Drawer (a nickname obviously)…
I forced myself into a state of isolation yesterday. I did so knowing that I had to mourn, to sob, to weep convulsively. I did, it was a blessing. It took a great deal of…
New readers of this blog may not know this, but I always tell the truth, the truth and nothing but the truth. Now occasionally a tiny lie, like Uruguay Airlines in the blog of August…
The scare of the century! I turned on my computer this morning and nothing happened! Oh, my goodness, how dependent I am on this thing! Men can come and go in my life, and I…
An oasis can be defined as a” calm, pleasant place in the middle of somewhere busy and unpleasant” Goodness knows I need one, particularly of late and I have found one. It is the Vancouver…
I woke up this morning after seven blessed hours of non interrupted sleep. I was always waking up at three in the morning, emailing away and then falling back to sleep, But not last night….
I am an infant on Instagram with my alexismctwit tag but already it has been used it to develop a new persona. It can perhaps be the place where I give vent to my wild…
My goodness gracious! I read my blog post of today, looked at the picture of the Equinox trainers and almost died. There are not five guys, there are four guys. Four guys and Alexis with…
For various and complicated reasons the Trump International Hotel is no longer my mecca, my oasis, my anything. But employing my ‘phoenix rising from the ashes’ stance I have already found a replacement. Quite conveniently…