Fighting cynicism

I'm a bit of a Pollyanna. I like to see the good in the world, be cheery, believe that people are generally not evil as a first choice. But it's getting harder and harder to keep my upper lip stiff. It seems every time I turn on the radio or see the news, it's more…

Oxytocin and love, or why don’t you just touch me already?

I love the luxury I have as a retired person to lie in bed and listen to the radio on the morning. Sometimes, though, what I hear sends me rocketing into my day, filled with rage or wonderment. Yesterday, in time for Valentine's Day, there was a report on the Current about using oxytocin spray…

Doin’ Drugs… Part 1

There's something about making a home pumpkin latte that makes me feel ever so slightly illegal. First, you gotta get the stuff. And it has to be good stuff, Fair Trade Certified, Organic - in this case, Annapolis Valley Pumpkin Spice. Then you need to grind it, fresh, until it screams for mercy and releases…

Thanks awfully, but…

Way back, when I started this writing gig, I felt totally inadequate. All the best writers, I felt, had a disastrous childhood, a set of parents who beat or ignored or hurt them in some way, a problem with addiction, run-ins with the church or with the police or school. They had handicaps, couldn't write because…