A Few Things I've Been Thinking About 

I went to Germany looking for my father.

I didn't say it quite that way when I left. After all, my father, Ernst, has been dead for more than sixty years. He died when I was seven years old, and you don't exactly go looking for someone who has been gone that long.

Or perhaps you do.

For most of m...

Today I celebrate my 72nd birthday. I have to admit, I kind of like saying that out loud. Not because I'm particularly excited about the number itself, but because I've stopped measuring my life by numbers. Somewhere along the way, birthdays stopped being about getting older and started being 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...