I was going to write about WIFI today. Something along the lines of was there life before WIFI? because ours has been down for the past 24 hours and we’re rattling around all shiftless and lost, trying to remember how we used to spend our time. We used to read more, not just during the…
A wee request. Or two.
Although it has the appearance of one, this isn’t actually a full blog post so don’t put the kettle on. (In my dreams, I press ‘publish’ and there’s a grid surge as readers get tea at the ready for a good 90-second read. Anyway. . . .) This is a brief post to say I’ve…
On mothers before they were mothers
The family story of my parents’ beginnings goes like this: Family: So, Mom, how did you meet Dad? Mom: Through his cousin. She was my friend and introduced me to your dad. Family: Where did you go on your first date? Mom: Camping. Family: Camping?! Mom (patiently): Yes. Family (hesitantly): Did you share a tent?…
On Don, Donna and Democracy
Twenty years ago, I briefly worked with Donna who was in the process of transitioning from Don. That she was in progress was evident. She was tall, about 6’2”, and her hands were large. She had a strong masculine face framed by long, carefully styled hair. She wore a skirt to the office, a pretty…
Hair spotting
(Note to my Daughters #1) Okay, who among we women hasn’t done this? Saturday morning, you’re sitting with your coffee checking Facebook and email, hand on chin, and you feel it. You flip your Ipad or smart phone to camera selfie mode to locate that rogue hair beneath your chin. Hair spotting is tricky with…
The squatter in my life
Ever since he declared his candidacy to seek the Republican nomination two years ago, Donald Trump has been like an unwelcome, nonpaying guest in my life. Now, since that disbelieving evening back in November, he has become the squatter from hell. He is everywhere. He populates and soils my Facebook and Twitter feed. He’s in…
Oscar and Christie: the reluctant apologists
My missive on the nature and sincerity of apologies ran in the April 14 issue of the Times Colonist When I was eight, I stuck a burr in Susan Rush’s hair. If you’ve never met a burr, trust me when I say, you don’t want one near your hair. The only escape involves scissors or…
Mirror, Mirror on the Gym Wall
Went to the gym last night. It’d been a while. Years actually. Until three, maybe four, years ago the gym had been routine but then something changed – laziness, I guess – and I stopped, choosing instead to walk, row and lift the odd weight at home in a bid to stave off osteoporosis. I’m…
You’ve got mail
Still a 20-something hipster in my head, then this arrived…
Down to the wire
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