Stuart McLean has died. His name won’t likely be known to so many folks outside of Canada, but for people like me, this is like losing Bowie, Prince, or Cohen. Every week on Canada’s public national radio he told us stories. Every week I could do nothing else as I laughed and sobbed through his… Continue reading Are We It?
In response to Darcy’s comment here, I’m exploring the matter of building community. There is so much to talk about, I’m focusing on one aspect at a time. Today’s idea is around finding our yessayers. My friend Raj was struggling with a person who continually blocked Raj’s ideas: “This won’t work because…” “You won’t be able… Continue reading Building Community: Finding Your Yessayers
More than anything, all this money stuff is about priorities. “How do I really want to spend my time?” “What is most important to me?” “How can my money have the most effect in the world?” Between a few members of my family-of-origin, money is fluid. Rather than fight that “Johnny got more”, a few… Continue reading What I Really Want
When I noted that one highlight of my day was Sirfluffalot’s sweet paw petting me, it occurred to me to keep her. I’ve catsit her every few months for the last two years—without charge—and enjoy doing so. Unlike many people with sensory issues, animals are not primarily a source of joy for me. Between their… Continue reading My Almost Cat
Four times I’ve tried writing this. May I at long last scratch a version up and hit ‘publish’. Last fall, I attended a writing workshop. This was a big step for me. It cost big cash, and I would need to travel to another town and back before my son’s child care ended. When I… Continue reading Impoverishing Myself
This morning I am chock full of both jealously and envy. Darn! I’m jealous of a dear friend who is able to take trips in which others plan all the details, is able to take 1-8 weeks at a time off her usual activities, has several adult playmates, and receives much materially. My life is… Continue reading Heart Quirk: Jealousy
A year or so after we broke up, I asked a beloved ex-boyfriend, “If you were going to warn a potential partner about anything in me, what would it be?” Given that I’d already had an extensive psychiatric history by then, and that it was he that had broken up with me and not the… Continue reading Loss in Autism