Kerrie Mills

Call me Ishmael. Well, OK, you can also call me Kerrie. Fewer harpoons that way, anyhow. Card-carrying member of GenX. After years of working that out in the big city, have decided to slow the pace down a bit and relocate in Burlington, Ontario, just outside Niagara wine country. Two cats, one mom, one decent admin job that feeds the cats and mom and incidentally caters to my chocolate fetish... ...But what I really want to do is write. Actually managed to get published once or twice , which only encouraged the habit further. Have no idea what's going to happen now, but am looking hugely forward to the journey anyway.

‘Whatever Happened to Pudding Pops?’ The Answer May Not Surprise You

‘German Voices: Memories of Life During Hitler’s Third Reich’: No More and No Less

The Great Broadcast Hack: How a Rubber-Faced Faux Max Headroom Put Fear in the Hearts of Chicagoans

Somewhere Over the Technicolour Rainbow Lies the Weirdest Book I Own

The Red Hair Factor in ‘Anne of Green Gables’ and ‘Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm’

Alas, There’s Not Much Worth Confessing in ‘The Confession of Katherine Howard’

Wikiocracy, or We’re All Doomed… Citation Needed

‘The Band That Played On’, Escorting the Mighty Vessel to Its Doom

‘Life After People’: The Unbearable Lightness of Not Being

Imagine John Cleese & James Thurber in a Dilbert-esque World: ‘The Internet is a Playground’

‘Halfway to Hollywood’: Michael Palin in Wonderland

Always Look on the Grimm Side of Life