Monthly Archives: March 2011

Don’t give up the fight

Yesterday I bought a new pair of walking shoes. Mephisto wedges. Magenta red and adding half an inch on my 5’2″ 115 pound frame. Retailing for something like $350 but with a 40 percent discount. A trendy new look and ingenious … Continue reading

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Call yourself alive?

The irony doesn’t escape me. At the Joy Cafe this morning, I was studying death notices hoping to home in on a new obituary assignment. Beside me on the desk, where I generally land a true-to-life, page-turnable book all loaded … Continue reading

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Rugby and concussions

I am a mother of a freshly pressed adult son who plays rugby. I have no control over the bashings of his brains on the field in this gentlemen’s sport. Instead, I dream about helmets and long for the return … Continue reading

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The Story of Art

  It’s still just March and I still have knob & tube wiring. My boots, they don’t leak, and my basement don’t flood. We’re at the 100th year anniversary of International Women’s Day and the bastards are telling us we’ve … Continue reading

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On reading death

I met a friend for coffee yesterday. She told me a story about reading Toronto Star death notices one morning a few years ago. The first notice she read went something like this: “Emma Williams, age nine, beloved daughter of Maggie … Continue reading

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