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A Life I Don’t Need to Get Away From
Several years ago, we were visiting my father-in-law at his mother’s cottage in the Muskokas. It was a place that people from urban areas go to “get away from it all”. Over the previous several years, however, the area had undergone an enormous amount of development, and they had added a Walmart at the corner…
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My Hardest Thing is a Luxury
This was inspired by the prompt, “The hardest thing…” And as I wrote it, I had the chance to say, “Wow! My life is *awesome*. Even though I still don’t know the answer to the question.” It was the buzz of the elementary school playground in the week leading up to career day. “What are…
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Life outside of words
There is a visceral urgency to summer in the temperate world. It must be lived, now! While there is still a chance! There is swimming, and growing, and plants to be observed (and transplanted) and birds to be identified, frogs to be chased, road trips… There is much to be done, and only a period…
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Red Shoes (Flash Fiction)
Experiments in daily writing. Fiction. I hear some people write about things that never even happened… who knew? Clicking down the street in her not-quite-too-high red pumps, she found herself thinking through the day ahead. Three meetings this morning, a demo just after lunch, and two reports due by tomorrow. Looked like another caffeine-fueled night…
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At the End of the Retreat
Once more, with feeling. And metaphor. And Dharma. “And what is it that you do, exactly?” Once more, the long-winded explanation of the intersection of technology, education, and culture that I find at the end of a twisty path. Once more the small (mildly apologetic) justifications for how/why I know the things I “know” (insofar…
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My Feminist Day
Edit: I realized that the motivation for this post was buried in the middle of a REALLY long list of bullet points. It is this: “Found out that my feminist credentials had been revoked on account of high heels.” Is this a feminist life, with my chickens and my blog and my unpublished writing and…
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A Pick Me Up
I described this song as “not fluffy, but tough. And Canadian and rural… a lot like me, actually.” [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fT-aEcPgkuA] “And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain And like the…
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Wordless Wednesday: Visitor
In which the mystery of the dug-up seedlings on the deck is explained:
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Selling Education (Part 1)
As I may have mentioned, I have spent much of the last 8 months immersed in marketing courses. There’s a knack to marketing, but it’s not rocket science… and I would know.(1) It makes perfect sense. Figure out what you have that’s worth selling, to whom, and how to find and contact those people that…
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Baby Rats!
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Not in New York
I went on a meditation semi-retreat this weekend. (That is, we went and studied/meditated all day, and then went home in between.) Like all my experiences of retreat, it was a lot like getting sandblasted. Gently. At the end of the first day, I went home and I cried. I felt so lonely, and I…
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Two Ways of Looking at Time
You might have to click on it and look at it in all its glory for the details.
