The Things My Grandmother Taught Me…

Grandmother, my sister, and I would sit, snapping peas, talking, laughing on our old but nicely painted front porch on Bellhaven Road, around 1989, I believe, in the neighbourhood where I now raise my own child. It was a good neighbourhood to come back home to. I wish they could have met. I wish I … Continue reading The Things My Grandmother Taught Me…

The Revolution is Still Here

Well, it’s come to that point for me. I can admit I’ve been an asshole. It’s going to take some time to change. I’m scared. But in this day of instant knowledge, of irrefutable evidence, I just can’t deny the harm my lifestyle is doing. I’m a burden. I’m a burden and I tried not … Continue reading The Revolution is Still Here