How often do you recall your worst experience? Is it something that creeps up on you at random times without prompting? Is it triggered by a scent, a word, or a picture? Do you dream about it? What is the catalyst that causes you to recall that which you would rather not? For me, it is an article from a local newspaper that keeps floating to the surface of my attention when I thought I had drowned it sufficiently. Paper may easily be destroyed, but the memory of what is written on its pages is not. Even more so when the composition is a patchwork quilt of testimonials, culturally relevant thought terminating cliches, and seemingly victorious outcome knit together with strong thread of bias. “ We take particular care in crime stories to ensure reporting does not perpetuate stereotypes, remove the presumption of innocence or pose harm to the vulnerable.” https://caj.ca/wp-content/uploads/Ethics-Guidelines-v2023.pdf I first stumbled upon this article several months after it ha...
It's been a few days -- 775 to be exact. It's been a wild 775 days! So many wonderful things have come about: revelations and vacations, acquisitions and transitions, graduations, new relations, and baby creations. My granddaughter, Sweetpea, might as well be a meme. I will have a whole new generation of posts reminiscent of her mother, aunties, and uncle Buddies dedicated solely to her. The kid is two and already has impeccable comedic timing....unlike her predecessors who were unintentionally entertaining. My grandbuddies entered the world (albeit prematurely) with a big "PSYCH!" Having been told one would likely have an intellectual disability and the other's viability was questionable, we prepared for the worst. The "worst" turned out to be 3 kidneys between the 2 of them. So, we took to calling GrandBuddy #1 Spare Parts. Hubby and I had THE (with a long E as grammatically incorrect as that is given the next word begins with a consonant) best summ...