Three weeks ago, a woman who lives in our building asked if I’d recently seen my next-door neighbour, Sue, aka, “The Crazy Lady.” I hadn’t and no one else had either.  She whispered, “There’s a funny smell coming from her suite.” “Oh no,” I said. I had noticed a certain mustiness, but we live in …

Chopin’s romantic songs play from the speaker and the dishwasher is swooshing in the kitchen, an apt metaphor for my life, this combination of technology, work and art. Bloggers tend to fixate on the ills of social media. It’s the latest buzz. Twitter is deemed the new cocaine. I don’t understand. Opting out of Facebook …