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I am garrulous by nature, so journalists love to interview me. It was true in the past and still true today, though I may have a lot fewer things to say of importance. Let’s go back to the start of…

Do you recall? Last October 8, I told you the story about the handsome Irishman who always ate big breakfast wieners. And how I had to create a special plate for him, EGGS MAURICE? To thank me, his nice wife brought…

This morning, dear reader, I feel like remembering the good ol’ days. A time when we would organize a lunch at the sugar shack for our family of coworkers at the head office. I still remember the 30 checkered shirts,…

I was sitting down in a vast dessert amusing myself like a child as I let the sand run between my fingers. Yet I was definitely old; the skin on my arms and the back of my hands was cracked…

Living on my small plot of countryside, I’m afraid I’ve become a wild weed kept alive by the nourishing, poetic veins of the Earth. Yesterday afternoon, they announced on the radio that a big storm was coming. I was ready,…

I would love to have the ability to be omnipresent. A grand word that means “existing or being everywhere, especially at the same time.” The angels have this power and the devils too. It’s a quality that is true of…

We opened our first small Cora restaurant on May 27, 1987, the very day of my 40th birthday. Life up until then had been difficult and much later, I would realize that this birthday would mark a dramatic break, like…

Most of us are currently in the grip of the hardest phase of confinement since it began, unable to replace the toaster that just broke down, to buy a good book, a new pair of socks or even a gift…

(written on Christmas morning) Is Christmas morning ever tough! I’m feeling sad and lonely as I sit in my large kitchen that is as quiet as a monastery of cloistered nuns. I should instead be happy that my plans went…

I woke up this morning with the distinct impression that I was holding a huge bouquet of tales to tell in my arms. Like a gift from a good angel who noticed me brooding yesterday afternoon over the dreadful prospect…