When Maureen Parent was diagnosed with breast cancer, she refused to let it be a death sentence.
“At first I was overwhelmed, I just started to cry,” she said. 628 more words
Maybe I should say too many cook books. Once in a while I walk in a room in my house and look at something that has been one way for years and years and say to myself, “I need to change that, or clean it up, or get rid of it, or upgrade, paint, redecorate or do away with that.” I don’t know why this happens. 567 more words
I’ve officially spent just over two years living in Toronto. Time is flying. I love this city. Over the past year and a half I’ve logged more hours than I can count in my home kitchen, cooking and baking. 865 more words