Red Cedar
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Category: Me
All Summer in a Day
Below the cut I have included the short story All Summer in a Day – which I was reminded of this morning as the sun poured through my windows for the first time in a very long while. Do you remember the story? It… Continue Reading “All Summer in a Day”
About my guy.
I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a few months – the one in which I extoll the virtues of my guy – but I always stop myself because I’m secretly afraid that by openly celebrating my relationship I am jinxing it. You… Continue Reading “About my guy.”
Anti-intelligence.
Last night Brian and I had someone from my union over for dinner – mainly to discuss some issues related to organizing workers on campuses – but also just to be sociable since our temporary organizer is from out of town and hasn’t much… Continue Reading “Anti-intelligence.”
Morning scene.
Two ambulances and a police car in front of _______ Hotel on Hastings Street. Crouched in front, low on the wet sidewalk, is a man, face twisted as he recounts his grief to another who has come to his side. His mouth opens in… Continue Reading “Morning scene.”
Not a mother.
Day after Mother’s Day and I’m reflecting on my childless state. Not a mother. Not planning to be. Not even remotely interested in the possibility at present, despite spending six days with my nephew Cai and his mother Anna. I am surprised by this.… Continue Reading “Not a mother.”
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