The Canadian Ukrainian.

It was late afternoon and we hadn’t eaten since early morning.   We were driving the TransCanadian highway…

“Everything is pretty”.

Once someone came to my dinner table and pronounced “everything is pretty”. I suppose that they might have…

Fifty shades of glitter…oooooo it’s snow good…

It was a dark and snowy night and I was elbow deep in disco dust. It seems that…

Madrid ‘sin gluten’… Celicioso!

People seem to want to give me cake. Now I don’t want you to misunderstand. I like cake,…

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