The World’s Fair breaks new ground, rising above into clarity, away from aeons of conditioned thinking. Standing now on the threshold of heart, we owe ourselves love.
At 18 I graduated out of grade 12 in Quebec city and immediately got a job to save money to study Theatre in London. While working, the newspapers advertised the coming of a French company from Paris to Quebec. The Barrault-Renaud Company. Husband and wife team that were going to produce three French Plays. Les […]
One of the most influential experiences of my life as a writer was at nine years old. My father was offered a job by the Department of National Defence in Quebec in 1941. He found us a delightful little house on the outskirts of the city. It had a very cottage-like feel to it. No […]