On the occasion of a horrendous election pending and the women v women way we behave

Ah, women. I am one, I think, and yet I am filled with puzzlement at them. I have a group of marvelous women friends who I adore. We all would come running to whomever needed support, would offer casseroles, muffins, homemade soup, a warm shoulder to cry upon. My friends keep me alive, make me…

Well, phew!!!

Deep breath. It's over. Another season of forced heartiness, expense, and smarminess. Another season of "this was the year that was" and reviews of the %@%$*&%@ federal election here in Canada, which went on too long beforehand and shows signs of dragging on (please God, no!). I had some lovely times over the holidays (Christmas…