I was walking to the corner store to buy candy with my meagre allowance one bright summer morning, skipping cracks because who wants a mother with a broken back, and when I looked up, I was fifty-two. There’s a lifetime in the gap, but I forget all too often the history in my history, focusing…… Continue reading Criticism or celebration?
I don’t love the “reblog” button on posts, mine or anyone else’s. It doesn’t work the way I want it to: I have to pop back to my page to make changes anyhow. To save time, I now reblog essays, mine or anyone else’s, by creating a new post with an attachment. The great thing…… Continue reading Reblog: We forget – it’s a good thing.
Hidden amongst the recent chaos that’s my life – the Chinese curse, may you live in interesting times definitely applies – I had an anniversary. It’s been fours years since I started my blog, an odd and lovely accomplishment that, upon the thinking of today, threw some Barenaked Ladies into my brain. It’s not the…… Continue reading Who am I (in a non-existential sort of way)?
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I was driving home the other day when I remembered something: I don’t have to live my life for other people. This isn’t a new thought, nor is it unique. It’s a thought that has popped up before – one reads about this truth everywhere – but I’ve…