My house is my favourite place. I’m currently entertaining bids to put in a basement suite: I don’t love the process of rejecting people. I don’t love the thought of debt. But it makes sense in terms of the space and future plans. It’s a family-sized house, and the kids are now out. I don’t need all this space. I don’t want to clean all … Continue reading I like my house – an off-the-cuff joint.
Once upon a time, there were limits to how you could waste your “one precious life” (Mary Oliver). It mostly involved time spent at community gatherings and in conversation. Less enjoyable in the winter months, especially pre-car. Luckily, there was radio. People could sit together and listen to the news, music, and serial entertainment. Together was still part of the entertainment equation. Then came television … Continue reading Podcasts, social media, and inputs – an off-the-cuff joint.
“May you live in interesting times” is a great curse. “Interesting” is such a weighted word. I’d rather have come of age in less interesting times – the history I’ve lived through is full of such darkness. Vietmam. The explosions of the space shuttles. Various American wars. Tiananmen Square. 9/11. Lockerbie. Ecole Polytechnique. Sandy Hook. Sarin gas. And these are just off the top of … Continue reading When Misogyny Ends.
it happens against my wishes at times since my heart is determined to embrace bleakness and despairing too often, but the feet have a will of their own. a bit of base, a crash of drums, some keyboard and guitar; mingling melodies that vibrate and transmute until all is movement. the head dips and the shoulders roll, the torso swivels in counterpoint to the hips, … Continue reading dancing
From Famine to Feast 