Cold Lake Cathy

I cannot drive across our bridge without my blood boiling. Some idiot, and I use that term loosely, spray painted graffiti on it. I wasn...

Kevin Smith, that actor and writer guy, was on TV the other day pontificating about his Big Life, taking questions from the audience. ...

I don't know how I get sucked into these things. I woke up this morning with no intention of joining any blogfest, then Stephen Tremp...

Other than blithering on about Margaret Atwood, I haven't talked much about the North Words Literary Festival in Muskoka (Sept. 30 - ...

Those eyes. Those dazzling clear blue eyes; maybe blue; maybe grey. Maybe both. I can’t stop thinking of Margaret Atwood’s eyes. When...

The turn is on the cusp. The fall turn, when there is a noticeable shift in the air, in the river, in the way we think. As it is on our ...

And from the Ugly Pictures of Me Department, here's a real beauty that was taken last Sunday during the book launch of The Hidden Wor...

Bev McMullen. I admired her long before I started working with her. I was working on the magazine Sideroads of Muskoka, in the Hu...

Tomorrow I am going to have an entire story but this morning I have only a tease. Two very dear people I work with are launching their ...

"CATHY! SAM! GET OUT HERE! GET THE CAMERA! I GOT HIM!" Hell's bells, can't a person even loaf around on the internet ...

Maybe 10 minutes away, that's all, but for some reason we'd never been to the Muskoka Drive-In until last Saturday. To clarif...