The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a hard one. Work sucks, there’s the inevitable post-celebration letdown, and the family and friend lovefest is likely starting to wear. Unless you’re a sitcom family – they do seasonal well. My ambivalence is being made worse by the cold front that’s descended: it’s hard to sort my feelings when I’m freezing. Minus twenty-six Celsius (minus fifteen … Continue reading The dog days of December.
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.
From Famine to Feast 