My theatre weekend in cottage country requires a nighttime drive to our accommodations, Bala to Haliburton. Double lane double line blacktop, the yellow ribbon unspooling before our headlights, the road weaving in and out of dark forest, up and down small … Continue reading →
With my Designated Travel Companion (DTC) at the wheel, I am headed north to the land of sixteen hundred lakes, granite outcrops, millionaire mansions, Kurt and Goldie. Cottage country. I know this area mostly by reputation: endless bumper-to-bumper drives up … Continue reading →
It’s a dismal day, all cumulonimbus, threatening thunderstorms, threatening to rain on my parade. The grey flannel light, the kind that encourages headaches and grumpiness, can’t quite dispel the cheeriness of my Designated Travel Companion (DTC). He’s confident that the … Continue reading →
I had a moment of panic when I realized that I’d scheduled myself for three outdoor evening performances in a row. All that outside-ness, all that exposure to the elements. All those mosquitoes. I’ll freely admit that I am a … Continue reading →
Robert Winslow scans the skies, the same ones he’s watched since childhood. A moment earlier, our conversation had been interrupted by a low rumble off in the distance. He looks at a heavy stack of dark clouds moving in from … Continue reading →
The eight kinds of pie, pre-sliced, pre-plated, and carefully arranged on long tables stretched along a panelled wall are what cement my love affair with Morrisburg. But I’m getting ahead of myself. A visit to Upper Canada Playhouse is my … Continue reading →