Eleven years ago, my kidneys shut down. My death was averted through the miracle of organ transplantation. At least that’s how I felt about the disease that killed my mother but which can now be treated with dialysis. I sent my friends long, happy-hysterical, picture-filled word documents in the aftermath of my euphoric battle with death. […]Read more "The Gift"
I read a wonderful definition of a bore recently. Having passed the age where I can accurately quote or recall the author, here’s my butchered version: “A bore is someone who robs you of your solitude without leaving the consolation of company.” Emmy, though not human, was the opposite: she was a constant companion who […]Read more "Emmy"
I wear a ring on my finger that says Not For Sale. Actually, it falls off in the shower and I have to keep reminding myself to put it back on. So my favourite strategy is to put it on my keyboard, where I found it a moment ago. All of which reminds me of […]Read more "Not For Sale"