one day gone unpack my bag the hand me ups soft loved items memories emerge scented candle subtle florals a woolen hug shoes at the door sharp salt crystals fall from the treads memories emerge walks to the beach wind whipped our cheeks frozen belly laughs scroll the photos your beauty wrapped in …
photo credit: Shari and Mike Photography Warning, by Jenny Joseph (1932-2018) When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall …
I’ve written three different blog posts today and don’t feel ready to publish any of them – could be because I worked on (someone else’s) taxes all afternoon and I’m just tapped out. Or it could be the rain. But I have wanted to explain my work at McMaster so here goes: It’s kind of …
Déjà vu all over again – the government and the education sector, butting up against one another and the government whipping anger with a media frenzy (and way too many standing ovations). People working in education will be made out as money grabbing and our elected representatives will not only feed that negativity and misinformation, …
Last fall, we went down to one car. This has meant a shift in my lifestyle from car dependence to walking/transit independence. It may seem I have those descriptors backwards, but I do not. I do plan my life much more carefully now, but I feel more stress free taking transit. I feel more reliant …
