Everyone loves an anniversary, and by “everyone,” I mean me.

Your birthday is an anniversary. Did you know that? You only have one original birthday, unless strange things are afoot. Every year after that first entry is a revisit. I don’t mind a revisit. I’m not someone who gives up on birthdays. I like celebrating the good things: hit me. I’m less a fan of remembered misery, but anniversaries show up there too. I’m lousy … Continue reading Everyone loves an anniversary, and by “everyone,” I mean me.

Evolution is on the daily: don’t get hidebound.

I love Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. I was a fan of both the show and the main character, especially the latter’s fashion choices and fighting skills. I even loved her first incarnation as a campy dilettante. My affection is coloured these days, what with Kristy Swanson and Josh Whedon being lost to the dark side, but perfection in people is never a possibility. Some of … Continue reading Evolution is on the daily: don’t get hidebound.

The perfect week starts on Monday and rolls easy – an off-the-cuff joint.

The week starts on Monday, and the new year starts on September 1. These are my truths, but they’re not everyone’s truths. They’re not even my wall calendar’s truth – I like those to start on Sunday. The Sunday-column-first is the calendar I grew up with and that kind of patterning is hard to change, especially when there’s no real need. It’s not as though … Continue reading The perfect week starts on Monday and rolls easy – an off-the-cuff joint.