“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” — Virginia Woolf
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
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
Mothering between time zones. Letting go.
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
by Janice Williamson 4 June 2019 That insane night when you think that your daughter has been kidnapped and her phone is at the bottom of the sea near Malacca. Because when you look up the way this new app works, you discover the WhatsApp checkmarks tell you your message was sent but not read.… Continue reading Checkmark – letting go #2
26 April 2019 When I travelled to China in 1999 to adopt a seventeen-month old, I remember wondering what the future would hold. I was single and 48 years old and working for pay at a job and a half. I wondered whether I was too old - what would it be like when I… Continue reading A Loving Rapport – mothering daughtering
No Gate No Lock 