My relationship with Christmas is, as it is with most things, complicated. I enjoy knowing, however, that this time of year is, regardless of faith, one of love, forgiveness, and renewal. Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. And to all a good night. Continue reading Merry Christmas.
it would make a scene, I suspect, if I caused among those who are surrounding me the kind of pain I carry (not to brag, she said with false humility, but there’s a fair bit trapped inside) (and honestly, they own much of it). the blood spatter, however, would make extra work for our waitress, and service workers are overworked, underpaid, borderline-slave labour. … Continue reading Not what I want.
December 2019 was two years ago, and that doesn’t seem right. Are we sure it hasn’t been twenty years? I was recovering from surgery and following stories about wildfires in Australia, never imagining what was to come. A world buried in smoke was forgotten as a microscopic virus emerged and proceeded to kick our asses, laughing at our claims of superiority. My dreams about the … Continue reading Polite and politically correct.
When one considers that I’ve struggled with diagnosed major depressive disorder since nineteen, my consistent failure to notice when I’m once again fighting the black dog seems surprising. Then again, even though I know in my bones that depression often has little to do with being overtly sad when I’m not sad, I can misdiagnose the issue. Identifying that you have a problem when you … Continue reading My depression is unproductive, not apathetic.
From Famine to Feast 