That’s the strange thing: why the scent of this suntan lotion on this beach is giving me a sad longing for the summer of 2019, when it might just as easily trigger a happier memory of this past summer.
Category: memoir
What I do for a Living
Earlier this month, I reduced my essential possessions to 23 kg plus carry-on and resumed a pandemic-friendly version of my old nomadic way of life. I'm cat sitting in a neighbourhood of Toronto I've never seen before. Just walking the block around my building, I'm feeling the lights come back on in corners of my… Continue reading What I do for a Living
When September Ends
I used to work in college admissions, where summer was our busiest time of year and we waited until the new students had gotten in and settled before we could take our vacation. Green Day's "Wake me up When September Ends" was our theme song. For some of my adult life, September was a depressing… Continue reading When September Ends
A Matter of Life and Death
My father died on this day in 1981 when I was ten years old. It was of course a shock, but it was not a surprise. My earliest living memory is of visiting him in hospital after he'd had a heart attack. I guess I was about three, and what I remember about it is… Continue reading A Matter of Life and Death
How Hard Did Aging Hit?
The challenge is to post your first Facebook profile image with your most recent. I joined Facebook in 2007, but the most recent image of myself I could find at the time was from about 2004. I didn't have a machine that could take a selfie and post it online. Also, my vocabulary didn't yet… Continue reading How Hard Did Aging Hit?
Mind Now 