When did you sleep outdoors? I suspect that most people have fond memories of sleeping under the stars or camping vacations with their family and friends. For me, sleeping outdoors brings back two memories — one highly traumatic, the other being homeless, which was oddly far less traumatic but just… Read More »Day 5

Tell me about a missed opportunity… I’m not sure how long it will actually take me to post this online — in practice, day four might end up living in the land of the missing for awhile. But I will eventually share it. I believe that honesty is important. Not… Read More »Day 4

Where did you come from? How did you escape? Everyone comes from somewhere. The problem is, some people come from so many places it becomes cumbersome to list them. So I generally gloss over the details. Am I Canadian? Japanese? British? American? Buddhist or Christian or Jewish? I try to… Read More »Day 3

The rain was, indeed, gone. I feel that among all the despair and tears of the previous post, I’d supplement today’s writing with something a bit more uplifting. I’ve already talked about this a very long time ago and it became part of the eulogy when my grandfather was buried… Read More »I can see clearly now…

Yesterday, I began the thirty-day writing challenge talking about what life was life twenty years ago for me. This is the second installment along that road and today’s topic is rainy days. Unsurprisingly, given that I am still trapped in the hateful land of the United Kingdom with no hope… Read More »Day 2

I’ve decided to try the thirty-day blogging challenge, writing a short post every day for a month. This is the first day and I’m starting a little before the beginning of February since it’s a month that doesn’t have thirty days in it. The idea is to take a simple… Read More »Day 1