That joy of tidying up thing: underwear edition

Today I decided it was time to unwedge my dresser drawers and get rid of all the clothing that wasn't "bringing me joy". I dug out all the shirts that had lost their joie de vivre - the ones from cheap shops that were light and woven by factories where toxic chemicals are regularly present.…

The 4 AM moths

  Sleeping has never been difficult for me - more it's waking up that seems the challenge - but I find that as I get older, waking up at 4 in the morning is becoming a regular thing. I've even seen more than a few dawns lately, something I thought I'd left behind. More of…

The occasional wallowing, or how I wish I could chat with Sophia Loren

I have a lot of friends who are dealing with chronic illness or the illness of loved ones or bereavement or even the loss of pets. So when I saw this article, it called to me: "The Other Side of Grief" by Whitney Akers. The article links to a group of stories about how people coped…

On Royal Weddings, PDA, and the Preservation of Love

I'm not a royal fan, though I give the Queen all sorts of credit for serving her office with grace and charm throughout some tumultuous years. I've always been suspicious of inherited positions and wealth - it's so cynical of me because of course, I inherited privilege as well - a healthy upbringing, sort of,…

Oh, Mouse!

I've been reading a lot of research results lately and I'm starting to get disturbed. There are millions and millions of little mice going the way of all good research animals to help us figure out MS, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, and lots and lots of other disease entities. I am grateful for their (unwilling) service. I…

The Art of Intimacy, or how we can lose it as we grow older

That old yellow wall phone. We had one with an unnaturally long cord in the kitchen of our house. It was the conduit of intimacy. We all spent hours on this phone over the years - it was out of the hearing of the rest of the family once they retired to the den upstairs.…

Jumping from here to there, or why I am still Anne of Green Gables in my heart

Sometimes I wish I hadn't read Anne of Green Gables. Not that I necessarily believe in her character, but I seem to be as restless as she is. My kids think it's because I'm unhappy. I'm not unhappy. Clinically depressed, yes, but not unhappy! With good medication, I can laugh and create and live and…

Fireworks

I'm feeling a little misty-eyed lately over my ratbag children. It's the season of fireworks and where I'm living we've already had four nights of them, and another one tonight. It's Natal Day weekend in Nova Scotia, an event celebrated with even more enthusiasm than Canada Day. This surprised me the first year I was…

Statute of Limitations

I've just read Nuala O'Faolin's "Almost There", a book of the second half of her life, after the success of part one of her memoir. I love her writing and she makes me want to go live in Ireland forever, but in this book, I found myself irritated by her perspective. She spent the book…

Men

I've been lucky in my life. I've had at least four angel men in my life. My dad, of course, who shared so much with me in my childhood, taught me the importance of art in a working life, showed me how to carve, draw, photograph, sculpt, paint, and cope with chronic illness with continual…