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.…

Indecision…

"The problem," says Elizabeth Gilbert, "...is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice."   But then, Neil Gaiman (a person I gush over regularly, unlike Elizabeth Gilbert, who, though okay, is given to bromides) says: "Face your…

Moist

Words - I love them. I even love the great huge portmanteau words (a la Alice in Wonderland) that carry loads of meanings between their consonants. I am gently mocked by friends and stared at by strangers when my three-syllable ones tumble out instead of shorter, clearer phrases. It's my sloppy brain filing system. I reach…

Does It Ever Get Dark Here – Little Fiction | Big Truths – Medium

IN the summer, busloads of American tourists arrive in the Yukon. Invariably awed by the midnight sun, they shuffle up to locals, ice cream cones in one hand and guidebooks in the other, asking… — Read on medium.com/little-fiction-big-truths/does-it-ever-get-dark-here-9f51d9b012fc Love the writing in this. I can feel that hate in me, too, but it is for…

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…

Hanging out in a liminal space

I have a feeling of being in transition, of being in between the not anymore and the not yet. I've been chewing on it ever since I saw my dear friend incarcerated in his body from a stroke, and struggling in a nursing home. The push onto the threshold is also because this is my…

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…