Fieldwork
When I was quite young (maybe 5 or 6 years old), my mother took me along with some of our extended family to pick strawberries in the u-pick fields on Continue Reading →
Proud Mom
OK, so despite my last post — or maybe because of it — Kiddo excitedly asked any of her friends if they wanted to join her in the parade. I stood by my promise to go if she wanted. Continue Reading →
Hidden Rainbow
It’s Pride Week and I have been asked a few times if I will be joining in the Pride Parade on Sunday. Thing is, in past years, no one ever asked me. Which begs the question, have I been more “out” lately? Or is it just that more people have climbed on the pride bandwagon? Continue Reading →
You can’t make this stuff up.
The best fiction is always based on fact and hooooooo-boy have I got some fiction-worthy events from the last few days. Bottom line: our neighbours are a problem. In theory Continue Reading →
On the Eve of my Forty-Fifth Birthday
Today largely involved physical work; housecleaning and preparing the deck for tomorrow’s party — we removed the old canopy and replaced it with a slightly larger one that has a Continue Reading →
Kiki of Montparnasse
I just finished reading the wonderful graphic novel, Kiki de Montparnasse which brought back a flood of memories from third year University where I studied the literary Montparnasse of the Continue Reading →
Failing Up
Yesterday, I posted, glumly, that I had “failed all over the place” at being more positive but that I wasn’t going to beat myself up about it. I didn’t elaborate, Continue Reading →
Would changing my outlook change me?
OK, that is probably a rhetorical question, but what I wonder is how would others react to a different version of me? What if the “new me” isn’t as funny Continue Reading →
Cumberland Miners’ Memorial Weekend
This weekend, I had two events in one to attend: the Pacific Northwest Labour History Association Conference and the Cumberland Miners’ Memorial Weekend. It has been a whirlwind of labour Continue Reading →
I am familiar with that story
How many times have you stopped someone who was talking and said, “I’m familiar with that story,” or something similar? Or maybe not said anything but internally tuned out? I Continue Reading →