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.
We didn’t have a lot when I was little. Toys were also in short supply. Part of that was the lack of money, but it was also a sign of the times. I was a child in the seventies and eighties: it was only in my late childhood that the child-focused marketing and sales machinery got amped up. Society wasn’t devoid of toys and entertainment: … Continue reading A favourite toy, a necessary love.
In my head, I leave my comfort zone all the time. I wonder if this is true for everyone? I’m firmly in my comfort zone these days. My mental illnesses don’t like me to stray when they’re acting up, and my depression is currently pushing my head towards a dark and place. Doing anything that isn’t destructive would be moving out of depression’s comfort zone. … Continue reading Leaving the comfort zone.
From Famine to Feast. 