The things that taunt me these days are not rational. A bright and sparkly helium balloon, teasingly affectionate greeting cards, the number 50. There it is. The number 50. It’s emblazoned on the balloon, stamped across the front of the cards, and on just about everyone’s lips who knows me well, and even on the … More Taunted by a number everywhere I look
As the ripples of Valentine’s Day recede, I am thinking not of the sugary sweetness of love. Rather, I’m left pondering a love that is riddled with pain, a love that scars and tears at the heart. In this week of Valentine’s love, I watched with amusement as a line, eight-men deep, formed for grocery … More In this week of valentines, suicide speaks of love
The girls seated behind me in the waiting room of the DriveTest Ontario office have, apparently, no intention of getting behind the wheel of a car. “Why are you getting your license,” one of well-heeled young women asked her friend. (And I mean well heeled in a literal way – she was wearing those thigh-high … More Driving towards rites of passage and refusal
Lynda MacGibbon 