It is December and Mr. Dressup is making Christmas stockings out of construction paper on the CBC. The rise and fall of his vowels — remnants of that ‘Canadian dainty’ lilt. I hear my grandfather’s voice, “at all, a-tall, ah-Tall.” Mr. Dressup writes names on the stockings in perfect cursive, the kind my grandmother wrote myContinue reading “Crying in December”
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Ho, Ho, Ho… Misogyny is Always in Season
…or “That’s Right, Even the Flu Does Not Get You A “Pass” on Sexism During the winter holidays, like many of us, I had fallen ill. Because my fridge most often contains only salad dressing, barbecue sauce, and cat food, I dragged my snotty, sleepy body out of bed and schlepped up to a cafeContinue reading “Ho, Ho, Ho… Misogyny is Always in Season”
