A Few Things I've Been Thinking About 

Happy Canada Day. Today, like so many Canadians, I'll probably spend a little time reflecting on this remarkable country we call home.

My parents arrived in Canada in January of 1952. They had survived the war and left Germany searching for something simple, yet profound. A chance to build a better...

For many years, I wrote a newspaper column called Fashion 911. 

Every week, women would send me their questions. Some were about clothing. Some were about color. Some were about shopping. It was a fashion column, so the answers focused on fashion.

At the time I thought I was helping women with sty...

For most of my career, I've talked about style. Style as clothing, as colors and as our wardrobes. I'm passionate about the power of appearance and self-expression, and while I fervently believe those things matter, I've come to realize that style is much bigger than what hangs in our closets.

Styl...

When I invited my mother on a girl's trip to Texas, I didn't expect her reaction to break my heart just a little.

We were escaping a long Calgary winter for some Texas sunshine, just me and mom on a rare mother-daughter getaway. I was excited for the River Walk, the family reunion with members of o...

 There was a time when a girl was expected to have a date to graduation. Not necessarily someone she loved. Not even someone particularly important. Just someone.

Because in my generation, arriving alone said something. Or at least we believed it did. A girl without a date risked looking unwanted, ...

On the last evening of our cruise, Scottie and I did what many travelers do before an early morning departure. We packed. Which meant that during dinner, my suitcase was already somewhere in the belly of the ship waiting for disembarkation the next morning, and I was dressed for a travel day, not...