(mild trigger warning, mentions child abuse) On Wednesday, we dance. On Wednesdays, we, or rather I do a lot of things I don’t normally do. On Wednesdays, I’m free. I eat what I want, and I do what I want. I don’t turn into a somethingzilla, but I watch movies all day and eat popcorn for dinner. With butter. Which is always how I eat … Continue reading On Wednesdays, We Dance.
I have two kiddos in care living in my home right now. My life has suddenly become one of busy schedules and outside demands. I talked about fostering a lot with my counsellor before I committed. We talked about television dreams and reality. On television and in the movies, the terror, trauma, grief, and distress of the children in care are minimized or absent. Imagine … Continue reading The pub at the end of the week, an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast. 