When you can’t get out.
Long ago, in a galaxy that is this one, my employer decided that the annual holiday party should be a dinner and carolling cruise around the Vancouver harbour. Open bar. Dinner cruising is a popular local pastime – yachts of various sizes run them year-round featuring this theme or that one. They host them for the annual summer fireworks festival as well, though if you … Continue reading When you can’t get out.
When you have a green thumb.
“You have such a green thumb.” It’s a comment I hear often, most recently from my neighbour. I dropped off a little basket of tomatoes – I grew the cherry ones and they ripen faster than any one family can consume, though I’m giving it my all. She was commenting on not just the tomatoes, but on the dahlias, chrysanthemums, petunias, salvia, pansies, potatoes, pumpkins, … Continue reading When you have a green thumb.
My first book, revisted.
If I use the phrase, “my first book,” it might perhaps push me to work on the autobiography that sits unopened and glaring at me from the corner of my desktop. It’s been some time since I dusted it off, and while I think I probably should, that’s not going to happen today. I’m avoidant. I’m reeling a bit from an interaction with my daughter, … Continue reading My first book, revisted.
I love a good aphorism.
I like to think I’m good at metaphor. Part of the reason for that is that metaphors don’t have to be pithy. I’m team-why use one word when six are standing by in the queue? I try to keep Stephen King’s admonishments against adverbs in mind, but it’s hard. Why give us words if we’re not supposed to use them? I’m also not brilliant at … Continue reading I love a good aphorism.
From Famine to Feast 