Here’s the excerpt I referred to last post, from Carmen Machado’s brave and moving memoir about a passionate lesbian love that slid confusingly into abuse, that left her disoriented and doubting herself, the experience exacerbated…
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Those of us fortunate enough to be #StayingHome have lost many or most or all of the markers that distinguish one day from another. . . And some of us are finding the time that…
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Last Sunday, ona family walk to mark our mother’s birthdaysix years after her death, I spotted this small cluster of skunk cabbage along one of her favourite paths. These curious indigenous plants become increasingly difficult…
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Here’s the thing. Everything I’ve told you about my family and my mother over the past few weeks is true. And so much of it is false. Thrown back into preparing and teaching classes, meeting…
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