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wmtc: what the strike meant to us, in our own words

Image: “We Hit Them Like A Wave” — Diane DaviesAfter CUPE 1989 ratified our new contract, I said I would write about the intangible gains we made through our strike, the kind that aren’t written in the collective agreement. I’ve heard labour activists… . . . → Read More: wmtc: what the strike meant to us, in our own words

Dead Wild Roses: The Bathroom Conundrum in Public School

“I don’t want to see penis when I go to the washroom; he just stands there with the stall open and it makes me uncomfortable.“. That was the quotable bit from a conversation I had with a female student I happened to be teaching at an elementary school this week. We were walking in […] . . . → Read More: Dead Wild Roses: The Bathroom Conundrum in Public School

wmtc: happy birthday to me

Apparently I have been alive on this planet for 55 years. That seems completely impossible. Yet there it is.As always on my birthday, I feel incredibly fortunate to be alive and living such a good life. Thanks for still reading my (now occasional) blat… . . . → Read More: wmtc: happy birthday to me

wmtc: pupdate: happiness is a cancer-free dog

Tala’s stitches were removed last week, and we got the full biopsy results: clean margins all around. The surgeon says she does not expect to ever see us again. A week later, I’m still feeling waves of joy and relief. Allan takes the good news in strid… . . . → Read More: wmtc: pupdate: happiness is a cancer-free dog

Scripturient: The gems of Salomé

I was perhaps 11 or 12 when I first encountered Oscar Wilde’s play, Salomé. Some of it, at least. At the time, I knew nothing of Wilde, his writing, or even much about theatre in general. After all, I was in grade seven or eight. It would be a … . . . → Read More: Scripturient: The gems of Salomé

Dead Wild Roses: Happy Gotcha-versairy, Shadow!

On May 15, 2012, Arb and I took possession of the house we now live in. Back in early April 2012, literally the same day we closed on the house, I started looking on Petfinder for a dog. We were going to have a fenced yard, and I had always wanted a dog. Arb grew up with […] . . . → Read More: Dead Wild Roses: Happy Gotcha-versairy, Shadow!

wmtc: hooray for tala

Tala is doing great! Of course she was exhausted and a bit wobbly when she came home, but now she’s well rested and back to herself. And she looks a whole lot better without a disgusting, oozing tumour sticking out of her side! More importantly, there’… . . . → Read More: wmtc: hooray for tala

wmtc: in which i ride an emotional roller coaster and get off at the top

Short version: Tala has had surgery and has a very good chance of remaining cancer-free. Whoo-hoo!It’s been a crazy couple of days. Monday afternoon we hear the biopsy results. Tuesday morning we have X-rays done. Our vet recommends a top surgeon who i… . . . → Read More: wmtc: in which i ride an emotional roller coaster and get off at the top

wmtc: i’m not ready for another broken heart, or, nothing says mortality like your sick dog

Tala has cancer. As it happened with Cody, We found a lump. First I was sure it was a cyst, then I was hoping it was a cyst, now I’m just hoping it’s not an iceberg. There’s a big ugly tumoury thing sticking out, but this type of sarcoma is k… . . . → Read More: wmtc: i’m not ready for another broken heart, or, nothing says mortality like your sick dog

wmtc: last day and home

We spent our last day in Oregon poking around downtown Ashland, looking at scarves and jewelry and used books. We don’t shop much when we travel, but there were a few things I was looking for on this trip, and I found them all. We also picked up this v… . . . → Read More: wmtc: last day and home

wmtc: random observations on southern oregon, great kitchens, family love, and absent eagles

This morning we woke up at 3:45 a.m., packed up the car with binoculars, cameras, sandwiches, and coffee, and drove two hours in the dark. According to our guidebook and a few websites, we were heading towards an opportunity to see dozens of bald eagle… . . . → Read More: wmtc: random observations on southern oregon, great kitchens, family love, and absent eagles

wmtc: the rest of the trip

This is the view from my brother and sister-in-law’s new home in Oregon. Last year B+SIL retired, pull up stakes, sold their home in New Jersey, and moved to the other side of the country. One of their adult children and partner – and now their first g… . . . → Read More: wmtc: the rest of the trip

wmtc: leaving vancouver: in which we discover the scary truth about canadian passports

This was an eventful day! We started at the Acme Cafe, for another BOGO breakfast. The food is great even without the discount. But a free goat cheese-portobello-sun dried tomato fritata, with potatoes and toast? Yes, please!The Acme Cafe is a few buil… . . . → Read More: wmtc: leaving vancouver: in which we discover the scary truth about canadian passports

wmtc: vancouver, day four

Our last day in Vancouver was a full one. It included a library, great art, a meet-up with an activist-friend… and noodles!I didn’t want another breakfast at the hotel, so we poked around a bit online and found something nearby. This place didn’t ope… . . . → Read More: wmtc: vancouver, day four

wmtc: vancouver, day three

Another beautiful day here, sunny with a few clouds and a high of 10 or 11 C. Vancouverites are all exclaiming about three consecutive days without rain.We got an early start with the train to a bus to Stanley Park. On the way to the bus, I was intrigu… . . . → Read More: wmtc: vancouver, day three

wmtc: vancouver, day two

On Tuesday morning after breakfast we were finally able to see the pups on the webcam, so the day started out right.After a quick breakfast in the hotel, we bought day passes for transit – Vancouver’s new Compass Card – and set out for the Granville Is… . . . → Read More: wmtc: vancouver, day two

wmtc: vancouver, day one

We forgot to pack Allan’s netbook and my little Bluetooth keyboard for my tablet isn’t working, so this is going to be interesting. And annoying! But I can’t travel without writing, so here goes. We landed in Vancouver mid-day on Monday. A super friend… . . . → Read More: wmtc: vancouver, day one

wmtc: off to vancouver

I struggle to find time to write even a small fraction of what I’d like to post here. But there’s one thing I’ll always write about: my travels. And there are never enough of them.This morning we are flying to Vancouver, our first time there. A few day… . . . → Read More: wmtc: off to vancouver

wmtc: the great weed of 2016: the results are in

Goodbye.A while back, I announced that Allan and I were going to try weeding our books and CD collection. A few months passed until we could find the time, but we’ve done it. Seven boxes of books and three boxes of CDs will be leaving our lives.Last Se… . . . → Read More: wmtc: the great weed of 2016: the results are in

wmtc: in which the death of a rock legend makes me think about how our world has changed

When this came out, I hung the cover on my bedroom wall. Sharing memories of David Bowie, as so many of us were after his too-early death this week, led me to think a lot about the world I lived in when I was a big Bowie fan.My world thenI saw Bow… . . . → Read More: wmtc: in which the death of a rock legend makes me think about how our world has changed

A Writer's Mind: Lilian Nattel Live: 2016 in Abstract

On New Year’s Eve around midnight, my two girls and I stuck our heads out the window that’s missing a screen so we could watch the fireworks, and then someone had the idea of taking pictures of the city from

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Dead Wild Roses: Fun with Daylight Saving Time

I used to be indifferent to falling back. The extra hour of sleep on the one day is nice but whatever. The choice of driving to work in the dark, or driving home in the dark, isn’t that material to me, and once December comes, it’s in the dark both ways regardless of Daylight time […] . . . → Read More: Dead Wild Roses: Fun with Daylight Saving Time

Dead Wild Roses: Makeup is so much bullshit

I (almost) never wear makeup to work. A whole lot of it is that I simply can’t be arsed, but it’s also a specifically political decision: men don’t have to, so why should I. I recognize that, as a knowledge worker who’s valued for my brainz, I’m honestly privileged not to have to focus on my […] . . . → Read More: Dead Wild Roses: Makeup is so much bullshit

Dead Wild Roses: Abominations in Clown Barf

Almost every knitter or crocheter’s taste in yarn goes through a similar evolution as their skill progresses. When you’re just starting, everything takes forever, so thick yarns seem like a good idea – yay, fewer stitches makes more fabric! And you buy yarn based on how pretty the ball looks, without much concept of what it might look like once it’s worked up. Low-end yarn manufacturers, I’m sure, are aware of n00b yarn buyers’ purchasing habits, and pander accordingly. Which is why the yarn aisle at Michael’s is full of stuff like this:

What on earth could go wrong? I mean, (Read more…)

wmtc: my inner teenager decorates my office

Every time I have moved – many, many moves, more than I care to think about, over many decades – I have carefully removed from bulletin boards and walls dozens of buttons, cartoons, photos, quotes, and postcard images that seemed to define my life. I have saved almost all of these in shoe boxes, file folders, and manila envelopes, those then layered in plastic tubs that now live in our apartment storage. They don’t take up a lot of space, and as old as they are, when I have occasion to look through them, I never feel that I can (Read more…)