Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
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.”
It should be noted….
This blog is four years old today. Looking back at old posts recently to pull together book-like material it’s remarkable to me how many things have happened in the last four years of my life. I’ve moved three times, a bunch of my friends… Continue Reading “It should be noted….”
Hard line endings.
You know, I consider myself to be a reasonable person. Someone who strives towards consensus, negotiates fairly, attempts to put personal issues aside in order to work to a common goal. I’m not a pushover though by any means. A director at work told… Continue Reading “Hard line endings.”
Inspirer of.
In the last six months I’ve had three people tell me that I helped inspire their blogs. Which is a nice compliment – really – that my blog is pedestrian enough to give the impression that anyone can do the same. Kidding. In actual… Continue Reading “Inspirer of.”
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