Here’s something you don’t know about me: I love Cinderella. I hate the current “Princess” trend sweeping the minds of young girls, but growing up I was, and still very much am, in love with Cinderella.
I have a 5-month old who is going through a sleep regression phase. The only time I can count on uninterrupted sleep is from 7pm-11pm (usually). If I miss the constant Zzzz’s during that time, I’m in for a night of
By Lindsay Swanson What’s not to love about a hot summer night in High Park, sitting on the grass with pillows, blankets and perhaps a stealth bottle of wine? Nothing. There is absolutely nothing to not love about that.
By Amos Crawley When discussing Shakespeare and his works, the poet John Keats once referred to the Bard’s great possession of Negative Capability, which he defined as: “capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts,
By Daniel Nyman At its simplest, Durango is road trip story. A father and his two sons set out on a drive from their home in Arizona to Durango, Colorado with plans to take a ride on the famous Denver & Rio Grande Western
By Harmon Walsh I think it’s fair to say I’m a fan of “The Simpsons“. At one point in the 90’s, before DVR’s, I had a collection of over 150 episodes of the show, spread out over 17 VHS tapes which I had
By Lindsay Swanson Clowns. Yup, clowns. Edgy Toronto theatre featuring a couple of clowns named Morro and Jasp. It is not at all what you expect, but it is more hilarity than you can imagine. The Toronto Clown scene runs deeper
By Jeffrey Johns Guys. Ever wonder what would have happened if the Bard had been born and bred in Brampton, Ontario? Aside from creating a good opportunity for some alliteration, that is. Well, wonder no more! Thanks to
By Lindsay Swanson Scandal, controversy and addictions. The stories of 7 women from 20th century history have these three things in common. The portrayal of these women also have one other thing in common – they are each
By Jeffrey Johns Guys. Heretic. A play about Joan of Arc. The brainchild of creator/performer Sarah Thorpe. This is, for lack of a better word, a ballsy piece of work. Thorpe, the sole player, recounts the life of Joan