On My Pathological Need to Know Exactly What is Going to Happen All the Time Quote from Solnit’s essay: “As I began writing this essay, I picked up a book on wilderness survival by Laurence Gonzalez and found in it this telling sentence: “The plan, a memory of the future, tries on reality to seeContinue reading “Highly Personal Musings Inspired by Rebecca Solnit’s Essay Woolf’s Darkness: Embracing the Inexplicable, Part III”
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Highly Personal Musings Inspired by Rebecca Solnit’s Essay Woolf’s Darkness: Embracing the Inexplicable, Part II
On the slow closing of my mind OR How I always need to be doing something for fear of the darkness Quote from Solnit’s essay: “Most people are afraid of the dark. Literally, when it comes to children, while many adults fear, above all, the darkness that is the unknown, the unseeable, the obscure. AndContinue reading “Highly Personal Musings Inspired by Rebecca Solnit’s Essay Woolf’s Darkness: Embracing the Inexplicable, Part II”
Highly Personal Musings Inspired by Rebecca Solnit’s Essay Woolf’s Darkness: Embracing the Inexplicable
Once in a blue moon I will pick up a book that is exactly what I need to be reading at that moment. Thanks by the way to Julian and Simone, for bringing this slim but powerful volume to my attention). It is the missing piece of a puzzle that has been worrying my subconscious.Continue reading “Highly Personal Musings Inspired by Rebecca Solnit’s Essay Woolf’s Darkness: Embracing the Inexplicable”
On Reading The Bell Jar for the First Time
For my whole (sentient) life, I have been avoiding Sylvia Plath. I didn’t have any reason to avoid her. I liked the poems of her husband quite a bit (though, yes, I know. He was kind of an a-hole.) In fact, I liked that whole period of literature. But for some reason I could neverContinue reading “On Reading The Bell Jar for the First Time”
The Nuance of Consent
Consent. What does it mean in a sexual context? What counts as giving permission? Do you have to say the words or is it tacit? Why do we place the burden of it on the woman? I can’t talk about the nuance of consent without talking about the big elephant in the Canadian room, Jian Ghomeshi.Continue reading “The Nuance of Consent”
Self-Censorship Shmelf-shmensorship
One of the reasons personal posts have become few and far between is because my children are now of the age where they actually read this blog. I have become more circumspect about sharing anything that might embarrass them or give away something a child should never know about her mother. As you can imagine,Continue reading “Self-Censorship Shmelf-shmensorship”
Is this it?
It has been a long time since I have posted to this blog. Two months almost exactly, actually. I want to write something, I do. I want to talk about what is going on in my life. Make some amusing but heartfelt comments on what it all means. I want to write a personal post, notContinue reading “Is this it?”
We Were Liars is Literary Crème Brulée
Remember that RomCom with Julia Roberts where she plays a food critic? (That is honestly all I can remember of it…) Oh! But I have the power of the Google! Ok, the movie was called My Best Friend’s Wedding and thank you wiki quotes for providing the exact dialogue: Julianne: … Okay, you’re Michael, you’reContinue reading “We Were Liars is Literary Crème Brulée”
Dear Ms. Moran: On Reading How To Be a Woman
Dear Ms. Moran, I think we should be friends. I know, I know. You probably have all of the female half of the British Empire clamouring to be your BFF, but for reals – we have a lot in common. Let me put forth my case for your perusal. An eerie number of personal dataContinue reading “Dear Ms. Moran: On Reading How To Be a Woman”
Lord of the Flies 25 years later
No, I’m not talking about its publication date, which was actually 60 years ago exactly, if the copyright date on my edition is correct. I am talking about the last time I read it: when I was 15-years old in my Grade 10 English class. Which is why I’m re-reading it – my eldest daughterContinue reading “Lord of the Flies 25 years later”