(Multitasking is a myth. Working mothers simply work more.) My generosity has limits in these first days of retirement.
My generosity has limits
Category: memoir
Out of Time
by Janice Williamson August 18, 2019 Imagine you sit on a chair, in a car, or you stand leaning against the table. You have been there for an hour, a few days, or you have just arrived. You are home. You are not home. You would like to heal the drift. To this end, you… Continue reading Out of Time
We Know Where We Are and Where We Have Been Together
14 August 2019 We know where we are and where we have been together. (Savouring my daughter’s tasty vegetarian frittatta.) The three of us reminisce. I recall Hong Kong then and now. When my mother and I travelled to adopt my daughter, Hong Kong was a favourite city in spite of our brief stopover en… Continue reading We Know Where We Are and Where We Have Been Together
Give Me Too Much: An Ode to Excess
27 July 2019 Today feels very bleak. (A hasty draft journal in time.) Bleakness breeds hasty remedies. Cultish solutions seem tantalizing to thoughtful people. The news of the day is all about the bitter tyrants winning. All over the world. I am caught up in meditating on a death. In the public sphere, the global… Continue reading Give Me Too Much: An Ode to Excess
A Helicopter in Pudong Airport: mothering over and out
Mothering between time zones. Letting go.
The End Is In Sight
by Janice Williamson "It is never too late to be what you might have been." –George Eliot I was writing so intensely I fell out of bed. 30 June 2019 When the sky is tangerine in your Edmonton garden and your daughter’s cityscape from Kuala Lumpur is clear, you know you have arrived in the… Continue reading The End Is In Sight
No Gate No Lock 