What makes me laugh? I sometimes struggle to recall. Joy isn’t as frequent a visitor of late. The world is dragging us all down, and I have pesky depression in addition. Mental illness sometimes makes me laugh. I’m allowed: I’m afflicted. Politicians make me laugh, but not in a friendly way. That laughter is less joy and more derisive scorn. I laugh at game night … Continue reading What makes me laugh?
I don’t think I have a hero. [i] Except perhaps for Terry Fox, held up as a hero by every Canadian. The Marathon of Hope was like nothing the world had seen, and I think that was perhaps true of Terry as well. He died on June 28, 1981. I was just twelve as he ran his way across Canada. He’d been, up until his … Continue reading Finding a hero: someone who inspires.
“What’s something you wish you knew how to do?” I wish I knew how to answer questions like that for a start. I never know what information they’re trying to solicit, and I don’t like to be wrong. Are they asking for lighthearted thoughts, or is this a “probe the depths of your soul” kind of query? Anxiety prefers concrete direction. One thought sprung instantly … Continue reading Flying: something I wish I knew how to do.
The problem with away is you’re still you when you get there. Geographic cures don’t work, and God knows I’ve tried. New fixes almost nothing, although things can seem better during the honeymoon period. But the bigger the problem, the more likely it is to pop up sooner rather than later. If you’re attempting an escape, keep it moderately local. I once tried to escaping … Continue reading A trip I’d love to take.
From Famine to Feast. 