A stranger has come to town. She’s writing about Ukrainian Canadian literature. She’s from Poland. She interviewed me, one evening last week, at my kitchen table. The sky went from blue to indigo as we talked, for several hours. She has read every word I’ve ever published, and brings those words back to me,…
I’ve lost my way to cutting board and stove. Only the simplest of foods get made in my kitchen these days. But classes are over, and I have been free(er) to wander. As usual, the loosening of routine opens me up to the random geography of the city. Wandering, I am full of wonder….
There are so many intermingling stories about the origin of Easter. Yes, there’s the one about a humble, somewhat effeminate man who stood up for the disenfranchised and endured a terrible death, rising from the dead a couple of days later. Interestingly, this story is also accompanied by bunnies and decorated eggs and chocolate…