Malcolm X at 90


On January 19, 1965, a mere 3 weeks before his murder, Malcolm was in Toronto to appear on Front Page Challenge.
This interview is illuminating because it allows Malcolm himself to state his post-Nation of Islam views of anti-racism, inclusion and non-violence (but self defence). He expresses himself with all the candour, patience and charisma you'd expect.
I think it's safe to say that Malcolm's views are more relevant today, on what would have been his 90th birthday, than ever.

Recipe: Perfect Avocado Toast


Not all recipes are created equally. In fact, some are too basic to even really be considered recipes at all. Avocado Toast isn't hard. I mean, make toast, put avocado on it, right? Boom, you've got Avocado Toast. But the perfect Avocado Toast? That's another story altogether. I've spent ages perfecting my Avocado Toast...the right bread, the right toppings. When something is so deceptively simple, the details and ingredients really matter. Want to make your Avocado Toast perfect every time? Read on...

What you'll need:

1 small ripe avocado
salt and pepper to taste
1 large piece of multi grain rye bread

For my money, Rudolph's makes the ultimate multi grain rye bread.


1. Make your toast
2. Mush up your ripe avocado with a fork, adding salt and pepper to taste
3. Spread it on your toast

At this point, yeah, you could be done. Good enough to eat for breakfast lunch or dinner.

But why stop there? The topping options are endless. My favourites include sliced roma tomatoes with a drizzle of balsamic vinegar and sprouts or thinly sliced cheese (Beemster! Sharp Cheddar!) or a sprinkle of arugula and a thin slice of prosciutto sort of draped on top like a ribbon.

This morning, I topped mine with a poached egg and some hot sauce.

There's a pretty good chance I'm going to eat nothing but this for the next month or two.


How do you like to top your Avocado Toast? Any tips?

The things I never anticipated about motherhood.


I expected to be surprised when I became a mother. 

No, that's not the right word. I anticipated surprises. I anticipated that this new person in my life would change things. Obviously. But I wasn't prepared. We're never prepared. I mean, of course, there's the Love. The Love you hear about but can't understand until you experience it. I always found that so condescending when I was childless (by choice). "You'll never understand until it's your kid." 

But damn if it isn't just a little bit true. 

Becoming Lenny's mom changed the way I see everything.

I never anticipated that she would be my favourite person to hang out with. Even when she was just a toddler. How could someone this little be such good company? Sure, she's exhausting a lot of the time, but she's fun and funny and just a blast to be around. I guess I knew I'd love her, but I didn't know that I'd be so lucky as to really, really like her too.

I never anticipated that becoming a mom would take my personal goals and just, wham-o, turn them on their head. I thought maybe I would become more apathetic about work, less engaged in the things I loved to do. The complete opposite happened. It's as if I see myself more clearly now and I want to achieve big things, not just for myself but for her too. When she was 4 weeks old I did my first photography assignment for the National Post. When she turned 2 years old I went freelance as a Social Media Marketing Consultant. I absolutely L O V E what I do. Before I became a mom going to work every day was often a struggle. Now, I relish it. That is...unexpected.

I want to be a good role model. And I want to foster my passions, just for my own satisfaction too. In fact, I have a much clearer idea of what those passions are now that I'm on this side of the motherhood divide. I did not anticipate that at all. What a gift this particular realization has been for me. I feel more secure and more driven than I have in my life. I can't help but think that the purpose I've found being Lenny's mom has something to do with that. Thank you for that, kiddo. Thank you for the gift of perspective, the gift of clarity and the gift of being your mother. Most days I can hardly believe my good fortune.

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