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Hello, pioneer Beth
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For 10 months of the year, I’m “urban Beth”. I hang out on Queen Street East, enjoy downtown shows and theatre, and when bored with Toronto, visit New York for additional chaos and grittiness. My clothes tend to the black and grey, and if I feel like dressing down, I leave off the nail…
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Help I’m trapped in my shapewear and can’t get out
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As I write this, there’s a woman out there struggling to free herself from a shapewear attack. Her adventure started out innocently—a relaxed weekend shopping trip, taking time to check out the fancy lingerie, and then fashion’s latest addiction—shapewear. “I’ve got the time,” she rationalizes, “I don’t recognize anyone entering the change room—why not…
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As Time Goes By – Too Fast, Slowing up Time, Beth Parker 1
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I’m haunted by her words, a dear friend now deceased who greeted us at her home one New Year’s Day. With a touch of judgment, she commented on our rush to fit her party in between a hockey tournament that morning and a trip to Costco over noon hour—all in preparation for an out-of-town…
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Parker’s Toronto, Garage sale fever in Leaside, no. 6
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At first, it felt like a lazy, early June Saturday morning but then I hear the clatter of card tables and voices. No sleeping in this morning—it’s garage sale day—a common phenomenon on the streets of Toronto in the summer months. You’d expect it in a small town, but garage sale fever is alive…