Brain/Food: Stefanie’s American garden

Brain/Food: Stefanie’s American garden

Stefanie Hollmichel is an accomplished gardener, voracious reader and all around Nice Person. The first two things I know from being a long-time fan of her So Many Books blog, the third because she wrote me a series of real good, olde timey letters a few years back—and would, perhaps, still be doing so if … Continue reading

Saturday, housebound

Saturday, housebound

I had big plans for this day. My husband’s sunning himself in Costa Rica (when he’s not being rained on by the rain that only happens in the jungle; the kind of rain that, when it hits you, feels like it’s landing a blow, like it’s exacting revenge); I’d looked forward to a good urban … Continue reading

Culture hangover

Culture hangover

I have been a teetotaler of the traditional variety for many years now but effective immediately, I will also no longer be partaking of poetry readings; they are too radically injurious to both physical health and spiritual well-being. I know it’s a cold, dead, lonely time of year to cut myself off from the warmth … Continue reading

Cold days

Cold days

I love snow; and I love the look, if not the feel, of deathly cold days. But I saw a pigeon huddled desperately on top of a heating vent at Queen and University today; her feathers were blowing quite shamelessly up around her neck. This somehow makes being anything less than entirely honest impossible: I … Continue reading

Snow day!

Snow day!

Snow day! I think there were no words more romantic than these when I was a kid, and they lost none of their glory or shine by being repeated pretty often. I don’t know how many such days I reveled in as a proper child, but in my last year of high school, there were … Continue reading

What you really love

What you really love

I am one of those people who would like to quote 13th-century Persian mystic Rumi at you in times of trouble, woe, and general discombobulation—but I refrain. I refrain because I don’t want to seem like a crazy person flimsily disguised as a smugly spiritual person. I may sometimes be smug, but I would never … Continue reading

School, a retrospective: Primary to six

School, a retrospective: Primary to six

I recently celebrated the sixth anniversary of no longer being a Student. I celebrated by not going to school that day or otherwise studying anything I’d come to fear and detest down to the mitochondrial level. For some reason, though, I’ve been thinking about the Most Important Things I’ve Learned, and whether or not any … Continue reading