“I climb fences when i got fences to climb.” ― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath Steinbeck dove headfirst into the injustices of the world, who did not shy away from the gross inequality he saw around him, of negligence, of greed, of lies and laying blame at another’s feet. That kind of writing gives me a lump in my throat, rising bile of anger, I always … Continue reading Another Day Another Post
“Donald Trump can do a lot of things I can’t, but he can no more get out of the prison than I can” ― Daniel Quinn, Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit, c1992 I’m not really sure when I first became aware of the environmental crisis’. Like watershed health to how wasteful we are, how forests all around the globe are going under the axe, destroying … Continue reading Is There Anybody Out There?
So, have I mentioned my internet’s been up and down the last while like a hookers knickers? Almost 6 weeks now, but on Saturday night went down completely, I was forced to amuse myself by other means. Oh boredom, and the muses that one goes seeking in the places where you used to play, but that damn device lured you away. It was a reminder, … Continue reading A Few Lines Written While Listening To CBC Radio
The tide is turning, and the swearing-in of the 116th Congress brought with it a breath of new faces and renewed hope. And as Fox’ misogynist Tucker Carlson has said himself women do belong in the House, significantly 100 years since women first gained the right to vote in America brought historical numbers sworn in of that gender, and with it a more balanced union … Continue reading The Power Of Patience Within Pandemonium
During the second world war, my grandmother’s younger sister Jo served as a Canadian WAC (Women’s Army Corp) and served overseas. They were the first generation of women in Canada to vote, in a time when few women had the opportunity to even further their education past high school, some never made it past grade school, all of her sisters went on to higher education, … Continue reading The Tide Is Turning In America
When I was in grade 6 my best friend was a girl named Sue. I remember the day she showed up in class, as we all turned to the back of the room, and in through the door had walked this girl, with overalls over a beige and black striped shirt, with a mass of curly black hair on her head, wary dark brown eyes, … Continue reading Times That Try The Soul Are These
Riding into work via taxi the other morning and the driver was listening to a radio program discussing with some experts Canada’s contracts with the Saudi’s, and what the next moves would be, should be, and so forth. It drew me in because the whole conversation seemed so alien at first and actually completely missed what they were actually saying since I was so struck … Continue reading Pompacity Or The New York Times?
by PaulaB 