Oaties, scotch, and the kindness of strangers
A few weeks ago, I was whining a bitabout the wintry weather and asked readers to let me know what helped them cope. Among the comments was one from Thomas, an astute, witty, and sometimes…
View PostA few weeks ago, I was whining a bitabout the wintry weather and asked readers to let me know what helped them cope. Among the comments was one from Thomas, an astute, witty, and sometimes…
View PostEven the sunny promise of my shiny new shoeswasn’t enough to ward off the cold that began threatening this week, and after dragging myself through class yesterday (so grateful for groupwork and videos!), I’m in…
View PostI’m still trying to think about what lessons hindsight might allow me to pass on for the meme Une Femme tagged me with the other day. Meanwhile, can I tell you a bit about my…
View PostI’m in Vancouver again this weekend as we’re going to see the opera The Italian Girl in Algiers tomorrow night. It’s freezing outside but very sunny right now so I think I’ll head out for…
View PostReading Laurie Ricou’s Salal: Listening for the Northwest Understory, I find this quotation from poet and essayist Kim Stafford’s book The Muses Among Us: “coherence is born of random abundance” (31). Random abundance! I love…
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