Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
(also known as my only Covid-19 post) Let's talk about mirrors On a good day, when we have warning, a mirror is not horrifying. It’s pretty good, actually. Hair combed? Check. Clean face? Check. Lip gloss? A bit of makeup? Okay! Looking in the mirror is doable! Give a wink and a gun and carry... Continue Reading →
Memories are weird and the whole brain filing system is weird as well. I don’t fully understand it. Maybe that means I have a bad memory or maybe that is how brains work. Maybe memories pop up when they are needed---to be reconciled with or challenged. Maybe? Triggers The movie Lion has a scene where... Continue Reading →
On Tuesday June 2nd, at 11:00 am there was a rally in support of the Black Lives Matter movement. It came quickly after the murder of George Floyd, a Black African-American man who died in the hands of police. I watched the video. It. Broke. My. Heart. All 50 states plus eighteen countries participated in... Continue Reading →
We’re all at home doing the social distancing, the self-isolating, the quarantining thing. We were plunged into this suddenly back in March and now that it’s been two months I can say that I have shimmied myself into a way of being that isn’t terrible, but I have someone to thank: Dan, the electrician. I’m... Continue Reading →
We share stories not to cause separation, but to create connections. We say, “Hey, this is my world. Does it gel with yours? Do you understand me? How can I understand you?” Laraine Herring Did you know that there’s an app that shows you which of your friends are racist? Yeah, it’s called Facebook. I’m... Continue Reading →
Social distancing and social isolations are our current catch phrases. Counting my blessings Although life has changed I am not uncomfortable. There is the occasional bout of loneliness but that’s a small price to pay for the general well-being of—well everyone. Since my place of work transferred to my home this whole experience essentially feels... Continue Reading →
I had intended on posting something completely different. But then the phone rang.Ma and Ba (my parents) called to wish me a happy anniversary. Anniversary? It’s April 17th—wait a minute—It’s April 17th! This is the day that we landed in Canada from Greece a long time ago. I was just a little one. Walking and... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 