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Eventually the bridge will collapse and the car will break down. The child will grow and live and then die. The seas will wash away the land and the fish will bloat and float to the surface and the sun will burn their scales. Their bones will sink to the sand below and some day the water will brea
My brain decided to distract me today. It told me a list of all the things I needed to do, so I wrote them down. Then it told me I didn’t ha
A perspective on the end-game with Covid-19 from a less politicized viewpoint, without appealing too much to empathy.
Introverts, in a time of social distancing, it is people like us, in our little spheres of quiet, who must share our hobbies with the rest o
What is the machine? Is it simply cogs and electrical inner workings, growing in complexity and distrust? Is it infinite tiny loops? Is it k
We can maintain a firm grip on all those things that shaped us. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing–all the time. But it can be. We also have
I feel the loss of moving, of course. The loss of friends, and weeknight activities and meetups. I feel the loss of being gone while my neph
I realized today that I could die today. Or tomorrow. Or whenever. I don’t really know when. AND SO COULD YOU, THE PEOPLE I LIKE. And if I did die, my last few tweets, or facebook posts, or stories, would be the memories people had of me.
Moving to another country can be an interesting transition, especially when even the basic things you were used to, such as the primary language, have changed. There are many culture shocks you can expect when relocating, but the strangeness that became most apparent to me first was FOOD.
I moved with my husband from
The west side of Lethbridge is where no one else wants to drive. It’s like the Dark Side, but somehow more mysterious. Here’s a short, humour post about West Lethbridge and why no one wants to cross over Whoop Up Drive.