I’m an American citizen who grew up in Canada—because why settle for a normal childhood when you can have a frosty mix of hockey, maple syrup, and universal healthcare? My dad is American and my mom is Canadian. The one element that defines both families, is generations of ancestors in the same place, on the same land, going back to well before the founding of … Continue reading Lessons on Resilience from Canadian Solidarity
… where I talk about having a mental space to vent, diving into thoughts on politics and the chaos in the land of my birth. Reflecting on American arrogance and the MAGA movement while contrasting it with Canadian values of unity and strength. Continue reading From Doomscrolling to Hope: A Journey Through Canadian Patriotism
They say under authoritarian regimes, ones best plan, both in how you can contribute to change whilst keeping ones sanity, is to concentrate on a particular cause that is close to your heart. LGBTQ2S+, in the U.S., their very existence is being attacked. Continue reading Creativity and Resistance: LGBTQ2S+ Voices Matter
As ‘we the people’ are split apart with a well-placed wedge stuck in a crack in a log, and deftly knocked, splitting down the centre, as he settles his generous white butt into that house of white down yonder in the land of my birth. Which, by the way, is why I care, and, well, and my Dad’s Dad’s family are news junkies, so it’s … Continue reading And The Ghost Of Robert Jackson Appears Stage Left
It felt strange, to speak up and make my presence known, seemed tantamount to talking to the TV, yet, I forced myself to say “that’s my stop, it’s after the A&W“. To which the copper-haired girl turned her shiny black cat lady sunglasses towards me, and I felt exposed. With her alabaster skin and the stud in her lip and her worn leather jacket. The older … Continue reading Why I’m Keeping My Mouth Shut For Christmas
Dad and I were on the front porch back at The Homestead last time he was up from North Carolina, sitting in those Muskoka Chairs (or Adirondack if you’re American). It was a hot summer day, and he’d been busy over the last hour killing flies, and with a flick of the swatter disposing of their bodies between the floorboards. Dad is a news junkie, … Continue reading Good Fences Make Good Neighbours
Well, I suppose you’d have to be either dead or live in the bush not to have heard of Trumps latest racist diatribe. Imagine I was not alone this last week, staring at my little cell phone screen, stunned…I don’t even know Mom if I can possibly even describe the absolute shock at what that piece of crap is spouting. He keeps saying “just speaking … Continue reading More Than Just Borders Divide Us
by PaulaB 