Spring, indeed, always comes. When I was growing up, there was a popular phrase teachers proselytized, usually at end-of-the-year assemblies no one really wanted to be at: “Don’t ever change.” I never understood this…
-
-
Beginnings and endings. Endings and beginnings. The new start every day brings. Alternate paths. Finishings. Walking through the Brooklyn Botanical Garden yesterday, I slowed my pace to better absorb my intake of Vitamin D. I…
-
I suffered through Faolon’s humiliation with constant reminders that this would, in fact, be the last. I would never again feel his hands on my body. I would never feel his lips cup my…
-
What does it mean to be Canadian? For most of us, we define ourselves by what we are not – we are not Americans. But when you take us further away from our metastatic,…