Attracted to the in-between. Obsessing over the ‘well nothing really happened’ when it was everything that happened to me. Losing my motivation over the tiniest events is my normal

Even now An arm around my shoulder gives me the rush of uncomfortable promise Like the pedophiles who never went far enough for me to tell anyone about it As though anyone was there to be told in the first place

Wee little city

Photos from my walk Toronto. booming city o my heart. As soon as the sun shines. I’m yours forever. all of your sprawling plain-ness In all your cultural uniqueness your idiosyncratic wandering paths your backyard decay peeping through the alleys your dead ends your gardens your people the sound of your wildlife and the remains … More Wee little city

From the vaults

Growth habit: unknown It was a dark and stormy night.  You were having a beer.  I was flying a kite.  You looked up  from your Economist smiled and said you-wanna-miss? … And I said. I love to garden. 

Mothering my mother (killing the Narcissist within)

This blog has been edited to respect the names and places of people in my family. I have no authority spreading stories I have not investigated myself. Though I talk about my mother, this is my story. Thank you for reading it. Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from … More Mothering my mother (killing the Narcissist within)

Objectivity makes objects of a valuable lesson

Stare into the middle distance Listen to the words you are fighting Now you are Squinting. Squinting into the middle distance Listen to the words you are fighting You’re peeking at enlightenment. Open your eyes wide The light won’t blind, as our body is trained to believe. This light gives sight At every level of … More Objectivity makes objects of a valuable lesson