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Let them eat cake

He and I met for coffee at Elgin Street’s Bridgehead. It was a really lovely afternoon of caffeine and conversation, and I had been over the moon to see him….

When a hornette flies into a dove’s nest

Shortly after moving into the neighbourhood, I was walking along Elgin Street and about to turn onto my McLeod Street when I was stopped dead in my tracks. Streaming out…

Hartman’s on Bank Street in Ottawa is an asshole

Update July 2013: Please note a few days back, I found the girl and I gave her some peaches. Recently, I noticed that there are now (lovely and kind) homeless…

Ponytails, parks, awkward communication, and The Viking

Since moving into The Cloud Cave, I hear neither the sound of wind through trees nor birds calling to one another, beauty by which I was surrounded both at my…

Maha Hour in The Cloud Cave

We just finished Earth Hour; did you observe? I did, and it was more like Maha Hour, not really sure what the earth had to do with it. I sank…

Home really is where the heart is

Every little thing is packed, and although it’s only 8.30pm, I am in bed still with this headache. At least it now ebbs and flows, and when it flows it…

Ottawa Hospital Volunteer: It’s not like Grey’s Anatomy

Editorial Note: The following views have nothing at all to do with either the official staff or volunteers of The Ottawa Hospital, but rather are entirely One Female Canuck’s. Because…

Hospitals make me sad, which explains why I will be volunteering there

Editorial Note: The following views have nothing at all to do with either the official staff or volunteers of The Ottawa Hospital, but rather are entirely One Female Canuck’s. Because…

Day 1 of 365 days of “inspirational” photos

Updated 8 Dec 2011: I will not be posting the photos on Prolific Immigrant, but rather here at my flickr page. For quick access, I have added a link on…

Once a wanker, always a wanker

At the tender age of seven, I was treading water during a swim lesson, staring at a man standing in the doorway of the men’s change room watching us, while…

Day 39: The Wheel? I own it.

In addition to my obvious and possibly extreme competitive nature, please add to that a need to be the teacher’s pet. (Baby Jane, why do I automatically assume that you…

Day 37: What yoga teaches a non-cobbler…

Apart from the obvious “don’t step on someone else’s frikin’ mat”, “don’t talk in the frikin’ quiet room”, “keep the frikin’ door of the HOT room closed, so the heat…

Day 30: And the coloured girls ask Why The Face?(1)

I have received an unusual amount of messages from you, Readers, enquiring about the aforementioned “Maha’s Six Week Hot Yoga Challenge“. You are seeking both the how, and more sincerely…

Hot Yoga is Making Me Delirious

Dear Warrior Pose, F*#? YOU, you are a raging psychopath. Flipping you the bird and hoping you topple, M Dear Pigeon Pose, You are the worst named pose in the…

A Character Clown Named ‘Namaste’

Note: Thanks to you all for the emails. Sorry I have not written back – I haven’t had much energy. I have been in a funk of late and have…

They actually *pop* beneath your feet

This City was buried beneath singing birds and cool breezes this morning. I was having an 80s dance party and drinking my morning coffee, when my dream dawned on me….

First snowfall

“Serene” “Lovely” “Blissful” “Peaceful” “Calm” These are only a few of the words used by folks when discussing the first snowfall of the year. For instance, today I was speaking…

Yaznotjaz Hauls It to Ottawa

You all know her as the crazy wonderful woman who lives here and peppers our conversations with ROCKSTARs and HIGHFIVEs: Yasmine, Yasmina, Yaznotjaz. (The table in this photo is a…

Breaking fast in the Ottawa area – a taste of the experience

I’ve received several emails asking me where / how one could experience this with Muslims if they’re not currently living in a Muslim country, or if they don’t have any…

Lulu’s 1st ride!

As promised earlier, here you go…

Panic at the German Town Deli

Around the corner from my French school is German Town Deli. I’ve always walked past and looked inside but never thought to actually traverse the threshold and enter, if only because…