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This is the final post of the series that examines topics from the perspective of the characters in the upcoming novel, The Paths of Marriage which will be for sale starting 1 October 2014.
“We all Spoke English, just not the Same Language” is written from the point of view of the character, Anand Suresh. Continue reading
So, they’re making a movie of your life. Just the interesting parts, you know. Like that big fight in the street in front of the bar that night. And the touching reunion you had with [insert name here]. And that ugly break-up. And the time you slept with [name redacted], despite your better judgment.
A few years ago a group of us had a “fried dinner” party at a friend’s house. Fried chicken, fried okra and fried pickles were served, along with copious amounts of beer and wine. Our friends are southern, and they know how to fry. And drink beer. It was a most excellent dinner party.
As delicious as everything was, the fried pickles were a revelation. I’d never even heard of them, let along tasted the wonder that is deep fried dills. I wanted to eat the whole batch myself. Continue reading
Is it nap time yet? Continue reading
Looks kinda shady. Continue reading
I grew up near Kapuskasing (kap-us-KAY-sing). On the Mattagami River (ma-TOG-uh-mee). Not far from Opasatika (op-ah-SAT-ih-kah).
Thus, I’m used to peculiar place-names that are a problem to pronounce. Or so I thought. Then I went to South Carolina. To Beaufort. Which I pronounced ‘Bo-for’, as any proper Canadian would do. Nope. Bew-furt. Continue reading
Happy Pi Day, slunts. Continue reading