For a wee Canadian lass, I felt a bit like a kid at an 18th century wedding on Robbie Burns Day. A true fish out of water. Nessy out of her Loch, as it were.
With apologies to Fight Club author Chuck Palahniuk, the first rule of having type II diabetes is that you don’t talk about having type II diabetes. Ever. I learned this the hard way five years ago when I was first diagnosed. Any type II diabetic who’s being honest with you will say that getting diagnosed […]
This knee-jerk shame about writing, an activity I hid like masturbation, kept me away from practicing the thing I loved for many years. It was too intimate. When I wrote, it felt like I was touching everything all at once, rolling in mud, needlessly gorging myself.
It’s easy to forget that a landscape is also a soundscape. One summer we were working away in the garden, so absorbed in our earthy labours that we really didn’t pay attention to the mixed bird chorus punctuated by the occasional shriek from a jay –until it stopped, as abruptly as the flick of a […]
He smoked pot almost daily. His hair was long and curly and red. And soft. He was – dare I say it – well endowed and well skilled.
One of things our writer is leery of is spiritual work being brought together with large, profit making enterprises. Is being wealthy is a sign of God’s favor or a money-making “feel good” distortion?
Since when did assertiveness become a virtue? Isn’t it more virtuous to turn the other cheek than to stand one’s ground?
I began my test by simply smiling and saying hello to strangers…No matter how uncomfortable it felt to put my shy little self out there, I would do it anyway.
Twenty-eight years ago, the first case of AIDS was diagnosed in Australia. Dr. Basil Donovan, a world expert on sexual health, was on the frontline.
At 21:45 the loudspeakers crackled and announced “Attention on the FOB, Incoming. Take Cover. That is all.” I laugh every time I hear those last words because it reminds me of the absurdity depicted in the TV comedy “M*A*S*H*.”