The World’s Fair

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.
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 […]
In the mid-fifties, while at University my late husband and I published a theatre magazine entitled ENCORE. We published it ourselves as a quarterly. Our buyers were a captive audience literally. We posted ourselves outside the Theatres in the West end of London at 10 PM and sold out! Periodically we needed to raise money […]
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 […]