Has becoming a senior citizen mellowed my sister? I honestly dare not write about the good fortune of my sister, as I fear I will jinx it. You know how my family is about OBA (the Old Bitch Above) and her unpredictable ways: 'don't get too comfortable, god knows what is around the corner'. That … Continue reading Loving my Sister
Life
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
January 2016
I feel like this will be the longest winter in history. I have been spinning in time since my son went to college. The Old Bitch Above saw it was wise to keep me busy so she gave me two night jobs through the summer to distract me from my thoughts. But now it is fall … Continue reading January 2016
Kit Currie – Missing Woman and my Thoughts
Fair Play or Foul Play - Awaken my Rage against Violence Against WomenI am re-posting this post about a missing woman who was last seen at Queen and Bathurst in downtown Toronto, jumping on her bike. As soon as I saw her photo with her wide smile and two braids I thought of a friend … Continue reading Kit Currie – Missing Woman and my Thoughts
In Memoria Mum
In memory of 'Mom', known as 'Nana' to her grand children and 'Nananat' to her hordes or admiring younger women friends and 'Nat' or "Natalie' to her cohorts in her own age group, I shall quote from a journal dated 1960. On the opening pages of a date book it is inscribed M D Edwards, … Continue reading In Memoria Mum
I missed you but I was busy thinking
I have gone through a quiet stage. I even hesitate to write in my journal. Sometimes I feel tired just thinking about putting my thoughts into writing. But I don't feel bad or sad at all. I am cruising. I am thinking. I remember talking with an American cousin of mine about whether natural birth … Continue reading I missed you but I was busy thinking
Calving Season
There was a sharp glint of pink in the universe, northern lights crackled in the night sky. There was a deep crack and rolling rumble, a seismic icy shift, and a quiet shaking that formed a crack in the mountainous block of ice, the glacier, the glacier that is me, the mother of you, when you moved away. My … Continue reading Calving Season
Smiling at a Potted Plant
"I just smiled at a potted plant, thinking it was you”. She thought she saw me at her table when I was having a long distance phone call with my Mom. This was when her mind was beginning to go a bit wild. I did not know it then but it was a sign of things to … Continue reading Smiling at a Potted Plant
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 