My mom used to have this saying (it sounds better in Ukrainian), Everywhere is good, but home is best. I always squirmed uncomfortably when she said it. Everywhere was my home. As a young girl I strode confidently and alone through strange city streets lined with hookers and sketchy bars, or hiked for hours…
She was there at the train station when I arrived. I had under my arm a bottle of wine I’d procured from the liquor store inside the station. We embraced, gratefully and somewhat awkwardly, like war buddies, or like distant relatives who hadn’t seen one another since a family function years before. But once…
While I attend to marking and moving house, please visit my Media Studies Blog for some opinionated reportage on Occupy Toronto. Click here: http://mediastudies.blog.ryerson.ca/2011/11/11/dreaming-big-the-occupy-movement-vs-the-media/ Occupy Toronto has been an inspiration for me. A small peacable city on the edge of the financial district takes classical Marxist theory and enacts it, daily. Next week, I’ll…