24 March 2020 Dear Pandemic Reader,Shall we let the calendar blur into a whirl of days? Dress up at night for our dreams? Sleep like perambulating beauties outfitted in day wear? Love, In social isolation for who knows how long? I confess... I long for the touch of a friend, the hug of a child… Continue reading Pandemic Journal 24/3/2020 — a time travelling walk after dawn…
Author: janice williamson
Pandemic Journal 17/3/2020 — scores of gravity: an interview with Dr. Fabiano Di Marco, Bergamo, Italy
March 17, 2020: I transcribed an outline of this New York Times podcast interview below because it is a powerful and moving prompt for us all to #StayHome. The haunting and terrible story told by this doctor should shock us all into action. And with many government closures of public spaces, more of us should… Continue reading Pandemic Journal 17/3/2020 — scores of gravity: an interview with Dr. Fabiano Di Marco, Bergamo, Italy
While Jason a Kenney demonizes, the “Urban Green Left Zealots” are at play…
On “good enough” balance: parenting, work, & adoption
In recounting the process that led to his life as a single father, a man with the financial means to give up paid labour describes how he quit his lawyer job and migrated from his homeland to enhance his life as a parent. His young son was born via a surrogate. And his access to… Continue reading On “good enough” balance: parenting, work, & adoption
I miss Mexico City Oaxaca City
I miss the city.I miss Oaxaca City Mexico City. I miss the heart of the cities. beading detail, main square, Coyoacan, Mexico City I miss the woman in the market with a welcome scowl for your Anglo ignorance (or was it a smile) as she extends her excellent leaf and branch crumbling medicine in a… Continue reading I miss Mexico City Oaxaca City
Split
Two things are happening simultaneously. A propellor whirls. My being is moving in two directions. My body is twinned in two places at once. The present tense and my long ago past collide every morning. I am in 2020 Oaxaca City, Mexico City. And in my great grandmother’s nineteenth-century English home.






