When one is living with an eating disorder, one does not seize the day. One is too busy getting seized by that thing that wants you dead. It’s not unlike what happens when you’re in the grips of a major depressive disorder. Not much seizing happens then, either. Then again, the expression isn’t, “carpe diem when things are just so, and the mood is upon … Continue reading Seize the day.
I like to listen to my dad’s stories. He’s travelled and held interesting jobs in exotic locations. Then he met my mother and settled as a social studies teacher in the Fraser Valley of British Columbia, working that job until retirement at sixty-three. He trained as a teacher before he left New Zealand as a young man seeking adventure, and added a few other lines … Continue reading There once was a funeral home.
Sometimes I feel like the set of World Book encyclopedias in my basement – and no, not blue with gold edges. I’m a font of useful information I’m unable to share. At least with the people in my circle. Such is the lot of the parent. Such is the lot of the middle-aged woman. Few want to hear what we have to say. Grammarly asks … Continue reading Wednesday Wisdom
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 