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Bullies: How You Treat People = WHO YOU ARE

Posted on March 3rd, 2017

For your reading pleasure today, we have a rant for and about BULLIES. Specifically, adult bullies who need to know better. I’m incensed after reading an article about disgusting trollery cropping up among Ontario doctors, targeting other doctors with whom they disagree on their internal politics. Click on over if you’d like to bear witness to some truly heinous […]

Let’s have Sisterhood take over the world – boys, girls, and all.

Posted on January 21st, 2017

Let’s talk about Sisterhood. It’s a much bigger concept than simply having female siblings. I believe that Sisterhood, big S, encompassing millions of diverse humans, is what today has been about. I’m aware that there was a big, braggadocious, depressing, basically unthinkable event going on yesterday. It was my day off. I studiously avoided all exposure […]

Antique Children’s Book: The Epic Animal Cutes Conclusion

Posted on November 26th, 2016

Here we go. The conclusion of Animal Cutes – and finally, some hope for our ugly friends. Puppy knows. Like the sunflowers among which he frolics, his time in the sun will nourish him in health as he becomes an adult dog. He also knows he’s actually the love-child of a Mastiff and a St. Bernard, so […]

Antique Children’s Book, Part 3: Kangaroo, Elephant, and Pig

Posted on November 24th, 2016

I know, the last instalment was kind of intense… Not as whimsical as they look, these Animal Cutes. I’m afraid Part 3 also contains some sinister activities. Poor Miss K. Look at her face. She is clearly fleeing in terror. My sleuthing tells me that the backwards K on her shirt symbolizes, in baseball, “a strikeout looking […]

Antique Children’s Book, Part 2 – Sailor Hippo, Tommy Duckling, and Ostrich

Posted on November 23rd, 2016

Antique Children’s Book, Animal Cutes: The plot thickens. If you thought the questionably cute critters in Part 1 were subversive, get a load of Part 2. Hoo boy. So many questions. Why is the hippo a sailor? Why is he old and illiterate? Why is he trying to look wise? I have a notion that “Old […]

More Proof of Humanity (a.k.a. #NaBloPoMo Day “2”)

Posted on November 16th, 2016

It’s Transgender Awareness week, in addition to being Post-Election-Hate-Crime-Hyper-Awareness week. I’ve decided that during this month of posting, I’m also going to keep my eye out for Proof of Humanity, i.e. when people do stuff that shows their compassion for other people, in spite of the forces that seem determined to quash tenderness among Earthlings. Today […]

A Little Faith in Humanity from Remembrance Day

Posted on November 15th, 2016

Hi, lovely di-hards. It’s been an emotional week, n’est-ce pas? Right around this time last Tuesday, there was a disbelieving dread building on my Facebook news feed. I could hardly bear to look at the actual stats. My daughter had strep throat; we all slept badly, and felt ill the next day – on so many levels. […]

Calling for Love in the Age of Global Bullying

Posted on November 10th, 2016

The dust is settling. We know it’s not just a bad dream. The unthinkable has come to pass. That Trump dude is now the US President-Elect… and I think I’ve figured out why. I don’t mean why in terms of the Electoral College (which I make no claim to understand), or in terms of voter turnout (though there’s […]

Staying Pretty

Posted on April 8th, 2016

No need to adjust your screens. Yes, I’m posting again THE NEXT DAY, what?? It’s because I just read a post on Facebook by my aunt, who is sick of looking at Trump’s obnoxious mug. Reading it, I realized I am also sick of it. He was making me wince internally every time I saw […]

#NaBloPoMo, Day 19: Questions excellentes

Posted on November 19th, 2015

Today at school, we talked a little bit about Paris. I showed my Grade 4s and 5s that little boy and his dad – not just because the vocabulary (très, méchant, gentil, fleurs, maison, etc.) is right on point, but because when they see a child, they instinctively relate. Two days a week, I have […]

 
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