Imagine an itch you cannot scratch. Imagine waking up every day tired, every day feeling as if a large person is sitting on your chest and that the feeling will follow you around all day. Might not the day come when you would just say "Enough is enough"? And so I wake each day trying to find that place called 'home'. That place between those horrendous extremes of what it means to be a man and what it means to be a woman. Try she/her/hers. Or better yet ... Just call me Wallis.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Monday, December 11, 2017
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Friday, September 08, 2017
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Friday, July 14, 2017
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Monday, June 12, 2017
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Friday, May 12, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Saturday, May 07, 2016
Friday, April 10, 1992
Tuesday, March 03, 1992
Monday, January 02, 1978
Erin District High School - Wellington County Board of Education - Grade 11 - 2nd Semester 1978
MOTHER EARTH - In the spring of 1978, I
took a Grade 11 Ecology class and the following year a Grade 12 Ecology class. In that first ecology class I learned how methane gas and carbon dioxide would allow solar shortwave
radiation to penetrate the atmosphere but block the terrestrial longwave
radiation (heat) from escaping. In other words, the Greenhouse Effect. Using 2018 as timepost, that was 40 years ago! I am concerned when
our political leaders today resist the basic science that high school
students from 40 years ago know.
Friday, January 02, 1970
Is this a boy or a girl? It's already February 1964
Those early preschool years were interesting AND somewhat unconventional. Here's my second birthday in February 1964. The rocking horse was made by my paternal grandfather. These two images do seem to confirm that something was a bit off fashion-wise. A full apron, leotards, long hair and a barrette in my hair. Not exactly G. I. Joe, eh? There was a red apron and a red barrette, as well. What did I know? As long as I was warm, dry and well fed ... all was good. Or so I thought!
Thursday, January 01, 1970
A Marriage - September 1960
My Mother and Father, on the day they were married in September of 1960 in Kitchener, Ontario. They were both
children during the Second World War. They both absorbed the stress and the trauma of that time. They came to Canada, both for
their own reasons. They worked hard all their lives and paid their
taxes. They weren't allowed to vote, however, because they were only
Landed Immigrants and not full Citizens. They lived with the cost of
Canada's democracy without being able to participate in its elections.
To this day, I have a heightened awareness of 'class differences'. And
believe me, even in Canada, those 'class differences' are all around us.
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