Punching Myself Up…

No. Don’t worry. I’m not getting into self-flagellation or abuse. Quite the contrary. Here’s the story… Back in 1977 when I joined the racy, irreverent tabloid Toronto Sun fresh out of broadsheet-biased…



The Zen of Knitting…

In January, whilst in the thick of my Eating Disorders Outpatient Program, I began knitting. A scarf. I knit it on circular needles in three colours from a design in…