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
Women’s Issues
East Coast Challenges: Buying Furniture
'Gathering' is a necessary strategy out here in the east, a survival technique for the barren grounds of the Maritimes, where the couches no longer roam free.
Mom and the Old Bitch Above
There was a time in my youth when I wished my Mom was dead. As soon as I wished it I realized that it was a terrible solution. I knew that my Mom drove me crazy in various ways but it was certainly not fair to request her death in order to set me free … Continue reading Mom and the Old Bitch Above
Examining my Breasts
I found a piece of writing in a dusty file and pulled it out. It was something I wrote about breasts and self examinations 12 years ago. Since then I have had close relatives lose their breasts to the scourge of cancer and I am even more appreciative of the old gals. While looking for … Continue reading Examining my Breasts
The Long Form Census and Moi
Part of me wanted to defend myself, ‘but I only just lost my job last spring, and I may get a new job soon, I am waiting to hear…’ But another part of me wanted to throw her tiny ass out in the snow so I just looked at her. “Have you worked for the government for long”, I asked.
Writing about Writing
I wrote this post three years ago. Now I live without my Mom's voice and I am doing what I promised. I am working on a big project, writing a novel and my mind is playing on a big canvas. My blog posts arrive quietly in my mind while I am cleaning, sorting or … Continue reading Writing about Writing
Rape, Sordid Sex and Self Actualization
I was reading The Virgin Cure by Ami McKay, the second book I have bought on my kindle, last night before falling into delicious sleep. My interest in the book was twigged by an interview with the author on CBC Radio. The novel is told by a 12 year old girl in the 1800’s in … Continue reading Rape, Sordid Sex and Self Actualization
Confessions of a Humble Belly Dancer
I started belly dancing about 12 years ago. And no, I did not slowly work my way up the ranks to head belly dancer and start my own belly dancing school. I don’t have a series of a velvet outfits and a business card with my dancer’s name on it, Megara’s School of Dance. But … Continue reading Confessions of a Humble Belly Dancer
Academia – I Could ‘a been a Contender
What does a MA give you, a ticket to the smart person room? Why didn’t I pursue the Smart Person ticket? I was the studious one of the family, I even wore glasses. I got good marks at school, was the only one to go to college and did not seem to have much else … Continue reading Academia – I Could ‘a been a Contender
Oh, who am I? Whine whine.. same as I ever was…
I have a running commentary in my head that constantly criticizes me, as most people do, I guess. I should fix my hair, not just let it fall wherever it may. I should do stuff to make myself look good. I should iron or wear makeup. Care more about what I look like. I have … Continue reading Oh, who am I? Whine whine.. same as I ever was…
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 