The young have a built in radar for insincerity and dishonesty that I love. Children and teens are watching your every move for inconsistencies or disingenuous statements.
COVID
Lord, Lord, Mother Lord.
Sometimes I just say 'Mother' and that is enough. This is my new go-to swear word that I use when I am feeling tested.
I Do Believe in Science
The blood samples were freshly collected data that was ready to to be analyzed within the context of the bigger longitudinal study. There were so many factors to compare and calculate. This was real science.
Back to Belly Dancing
It is a good thing I stuffed my jingly clothes in a sparkly bag and left it in the back of my wardrobe.
To you, my Friend
On a personal note, I do notice that anytime I write about my experience during the pandemic I lose your interest. You turn away and turn me off. It's funny because the original idea for this blog was that it be 'painfully about me'. I joked about it at the time. Why would I do … Continue reading To you, my Friend
Look for Sweetness
Last year as winter approached, we found tiny abandoned babies along the shore when we went for our evening walk. We'd be chatting, and then I'd hear a cry. Was it a bird? We'd pause, step back and listen and there, night after night, was another small, cold, hungry kitten. The first one was under … Continue reading Look for Sweetness
Notes from March 2022
MARCH 2022 This winter we lost our main income, and we were banned from society, our local café, the local cinema, the empty local library, the deserted and always quiet art gallery. My office, which is found two levels underground on the Mount Allison campus (and is so isolated I don’t like to send young … Continue reading Notes from March 2022
Protecting my Child against Bullies
The world changed and all of a sudden we were living in a world of exclusion and discrimination.
On Work and Workers
February 2022 I am an excellent worker and a natural servant. And when I say ‘servant’ I mean I don’t mind being subservient. It does not break my spirit. I am comfortable taking orders and getting work done. I am able to work long hours. I never shirk, I never steal, I never lie. I … Continue reading On Work and Workers
It’s Just my Voice
Poetry is whatever you want it to be, voice calling, words singing, dreams talking. I don't care if you like it, I never wrote it for you. It's nothing. It's just my voice. It's possible that I only ever wrote for my parents, Critical, frustrated writers. It's all in good fun, hand slapping the sheets … Continue reading It’s Just my Voice
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 