I have a strong anti-spanking bias. I formed it based on my own experiences as a child who was occasionally spanked, but it was really honed during my years as a family-support worker, when I used to make home visits to troubled families. Here in a nutshell are my three reasons for NOT spanking our kids.
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A Message for ISIS (aka Daesh, ISIL, IS…)
Dear ISIS (aka Daesh, ISIL, IS…),
I am so glad to see that you brave fighters have taken it upon yourselves to murder innocent women, men and children in various attacks around the world. Isn’t it wonderful that you have access to great weapons of death, such as the Kalashnikov rifles?
A Fairy Tale
A maiden went for a walk in the forest. Soon she heard laughter and music; she came upon a clearing and saw happy people dancing and singing.
“Join us, fair maiden,” a bright-eyed youth implored.
The End
Not a cheerful poem. But short.
Close Encounter
I just found this piece I wrote in the early ’90s. It still holds up – unfortunately.
I changed…
… my background colour! Be still my heart!
Do you like it?
It was time.
🙂
Bell Telephone Assistance??
So what do you do when you start receiving bills with a zero balance, for a phone number you’ve never had, in a mode you haven’t used for years (print vs. online)? A bill that looks exactly like this:
Gender Benders – Part 2
Some readers may recall an earlier post of mine, Gender Benders, which described a couple of occasions when I encountered kids whose gender I couldn’t quite figure out. The piece went on to ruminate on the question: does gender really matter? Today I came across another situation, with a side of joy to it!
Story of a Nasty Pothole and a Squeaky Wheel
Many streets in Montreal are not known for being, shall we say, paved. Well, paved smoothly. Without gashes and gorges… gorgeous, they are not. When crossing the street, you must always LOOK DOWN in front of you, lest you do what I did last week.
Time Goes
So I have a milestone birthday coming up next month, as I’ve mentioned before. I am becoming distinctly forlorn over this. I’ve always been super-aware of aging whenever my current decade would crank over to the next. Life has whipped by way too fast for my liking. So I find myself looking at things I wrote years ago and some of it really takes me back… like these lyrics to a song I wrote back in ’86.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 