June 22, 2021
Gleanings
- I’m always afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing, of offending inadvertently, and it’s easier to stay quiet. But although words can hurt, the right ones can help, and I suppose that’s one reason why I feel compelled to speak up now, in spite of howling Hakken-Kraks and MS speech and “cog probs.”
- For the past fifteen months, I haven’t thought much about the past or future. I haven’t often allowed myself to reminisce, no “gee, remember restaurants?” or “oh I can’t wait to”s.
- And to this day I don’t know why. I don’t know what that triggered for her to stop talking to me and I just knew that I couldn’t be the one to call first and all these years later (my kid will be eleven this fall) I still regret not getting over myself and just calling her the next week to say I’m sorry or what happened or why did that upset you so much that you simply ghosted me.
- If we want to move towards a better world, it behooves us to take a moment to consider our words.
- There will be spots that wear and spots that don’t and that’s the beauty of denim isn’t it? We’re not even supposed to wash our jeans.
- I like renting rooms, even though I have a lot of bad hotel/motel/B&B/Airbnb memories. Faulty plumbing, drunken patrons, saggy bed, thin walls, all-night traffic, NO BEDSIDE LAMP FOR READING.
- You are worthy of your creative dreams and the time you need to pursue them.
- Now, don’t get me wrong: when you tell me I have spinach in my teeth, I will nearly faint from shame.
- Fifteen years later I’m taller (whoops, no), have more time on my hands (yikes, no), smarter (not always), and a much better cook (ding ding ding!), and over the last few months of making friends and family suffer through rounds and rounds of ice cream sandwiches, I have finally created the last classic ice cream sandwich recipe I hope we will ever want or need.
- Since those days on LiveJournal and then MySpace and then the early days of Facebook when you had to be a university student to have an account, I’ve been sending feelers out trying to find ways to claim space, to stretch a little and find myself in the world around me.
- Now it’s 3:24 and I can’t sleep, filled with hope that maybe life is not returning to normal exactly but that it’s taking a new form that just might be lovely. Sea breezes, fish tacos, conversation with old friends, and the sun coming out at exactly the right moment.
- oh boy. its here. they all arrive home in the next three hours and they won’t leave again until august.
- In my job as a mediator, not only I attempt to embody the teachings of my ancestors but also rely upon the poetry of giants whose words instilled the importance of kindness in me.
- I feel a pang deep in my stomach. Father’s Day will always suck for Filip.
- Well, Sufferance is a different kind of book. It is a strange mix of corporate thriller, small town politics, Indigenous history, and a hit of the Dead Dog Café. But it works.
- And in these early morning sessions, the 1000 words just flowed out of me and onto the page.
- Returning to Uncle Tom’s Cabin was a sort of revelation for Thompson, who had acquired a PhD in the interim and was, by her own reckoning, much more informed about literature and history than she had been in her early twenties. “I realized that the book was actually a political book,” she says. “It was making a political statement.”
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