Well before my father died, the girls had grown up sufficiently that they were far too ‘cool’ for puppets. Hugh became my co-puppeteer as well as craftsman and technician and the team was reduced to the three of us: Hugh,
Celebrating the Festive Season at the Burnaby Village Museum
The Burnaby Village Museum is a wonderful place to visit during Heritage Christmas. For us, the village has special significance, since we have performed there annually since 1994. Our first gig was a single-day booking when we were eager new
Episode Seventy-five: Nana’s little boy
After my father died, we had to arrange care for my mother since her dementia had progressed to the point that she was not able to look after herself. We built a suite at the back of our house, and
Episode Seventy-four: Learning to co-habit with that darn cat.
Because Max and Minx fell in hate at first sight, there was no question of Minx becoming an indoor cat. Fortunately, given her history, she was used to fending for herself, so each morning she would eat her breakfast, then
Reversing the process—how Renovations became “Sisters in Crime”.
My comedy, Renovations, was a play that I had no intention of duplicating in another form. However, when I was assembling stories for my book, A Black Tie Affair and Other Mystery Stories, I needed something short and light-hearted to
Episode Seventy-three: Losses and Gains
Max was very sad at the loss of my father. He had no idea why this special human had disappeared from his life, and it was one of the saddest moments when, for the first time after Dad’s death, we
Episode seventy-two: Ho Hum nose out of joint
Being such a rebellious dog, Max felt right at home during the early part of our difficult years, because suddenly he was in sync with the rest of the family, all of whom were feeling pretty mutinous over the pounding
Episode seventy-one: Humans in chaos, but Max learns New Tricks
After regular two-week intervals between dog blogs, there has been a significant gap, and the reason for that is the blog on the front page of this website. Care for poor little Minx, the Manx as she developed more health
Tribute to a wonderful cat: Minx the Manx
Over the past few months, I spent little time on the Internet, partly because I was working on a new manuscript, but mainly due to the fact that our little cat, Minx, at nineteen years of age, was ailing and
Episode Seventy: Max gets a new show
Come October, the fall-winter puppet-show marathon started again. Max took this in his stride. As long as he had his morning walk with me, Edna and Brandy, or Hugh and the girls on the weekend, he didn’t care what we
