As many of you may know I now write the blog in the lobby of the Trump International Hotel. This is for many reasons – the main being Thesaurus (in the person of Triple C.)…
I slept in this morning (well for me slept in). I awoke at 7:30, opened the drapes and said: “What the hell!” The open drapes revealed a sight for sore eyes. It is cloudy and…
I awoke this birthday morning to a beautiful day on the nineteenth floor of the Trump International Hotel. The view is stunning, the sun is shining. I feel blessed and no one could ask for…
As you may have noticed real live people that appear on the blog regularly have nicknames. I suppose that Triple C. was the first, but then there has been a steady accumulation. The Emperor and…
This is an excerpt from the yet unfinished book. It was written on my 73rd birthday. At the time I was living in London, England on Coptic Street near the British Museum. I awoke, and…
Living in this city and living in this place continues to amaze me. I am not only treated like the Virgin Queen within the walls of my castle, Trump International Hotel, but there are wonderful…
I found words written of Dave Dryburgh written on the occasion of his death. This piece was written by a colleague Scotty Melville who would take my uncle’s position as Sports Editor of the Regina…
Some fool emailed: “I do hope the hotel continues to live up to your high expectations. I am reassured that it is no longer owned by my favourite clown.” Such a cretin is this person….
The day before yesterday E.H.B. and I were having a discussion about the joys of being an intelligent woman. Men who are achievers are called forceful, intelligent go-getters. Women who are achievers are called cute…
There is a phenomena in myth and literature involving a phoenix that rises from the ashes. It is the theme of my life. The most recent case of ashes stemmed from the aftermath of the…