One squirrel, two daughters

One squirrel, two daughters

  My girls and my squirrel. Julie, our younger daughter, barely says hello to me, instead, firing off an expected question: has Hiya appeared? No matter the answer, she speeds through the house, heading to the big glass sliding doors that open onto a back...
My Bodacious ta tas

My Bodacious ta tas

In a family of big bosomed women, I was a late bloomer. For too long I hid my shame with tissues stuffed into a AAA bra, graduating to bras that were 3/4 padding. But when they finally blossomed, my bosoms were spectacular. Men delighted in them and clothes strained...
New role for me: Matriarch!

New role for me: Matriarch!

In the 50’s and 60’s, Toronto may have been a staid, close-down-on-Sundays town, but the Kastner house was rocking.  In my fam, there was always music, whether live – my banjo and guitar-playing sister and brother  – or recorded: the music of the theatre;...