I remember the night my sister was born. I was almost 5 years old, and I woke up because I could hear loud voices. Mom was on the phone to our neighbour, and the next thing I knew, Mrs. Somerton was there, and my parents were gone. I didn’t know what was going on, but it felt scary. Many years later I found out that because of a serious medical situation, my sister was born by emergency c-section on Valentine’s Day, a month before she was due. It was a while before I got to meet her, but I remember feeling so glad that I had a baby sister.
Today is my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 78. I haven’t written about him very much. I’m not sure why. I think it’s because of the complicated relationship we had, and the complicated man that he was. Continue reading “Happy Birthday, Dad”
I first saw Chris Farias at the original Work of Heart in 2017. He pranced to the stage wearing a unicorn t-shirt that he bought at Winner’s the day before. In his talk, he spoke openly and passionately about his experience with mental health. In my notes from that day I wrote the word “fabulous” next to his name. Continue reading “Chris Farias at the table”