A sign on a pub, seared in my early childhood awareness in the 1960s, resurfaced in memory, on International Women's Day: "No Dogs or Women" it declared. The right to enter a pub is a small symbol, part of an issue that's anything but trivial.
Howe Sound, British Columbia, Canada, smothered in forest fire smoke Good riddance, 2020. You leave us with grave loss, great divisions, a grievous awakening, and a whacking great reckoning. The future is murky. What next? Read more
"Happy Solstice," a friend texted me today. "The shortest day of the longest fucking year of our lives." We need to celebrate Solstice.
James Joyce's work inspires a film to "chart our universal, shared humanity as we journey through these extraordinary times."
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