Our social nature has caused us to turn blind eyes to abuse, and it is our social nature that must be reoriented to face it.
Tag: reflections
Burning Down the House
No one should have to fear for their lives because of the colour of their skin.
Cautious Optimism in the Age of COVID-19
Writing, editing, and the arts in general may prove to be more valuable than ever, with people being quarantined or staying home out of an abundance of caution.
This Mortal Coil of Mine
I’ve been listening to Caitlin Doughty’s Smoke Gets in Your Eyes after burning through most of her videos this week. Her frank and unflinching approach to death…… Read more “This Mortal Coil of Mine”
In With the New
This year has been a blazing furnace of insanity. The world is burning, but this time we did start the trashfire—or at least we insisted on fanning the flames. Fortunately, the world hasn’t ended quite yet, and while we are facing a time of great change, there is also tremendous potential and hope.
Broken Glass and the Beauty of Artistic Failure
You can never have complete control over the process. Stop trying to avoid failure and embrace it instead.
Empty Boots
Forgetfulness is as dangerous as hate. When we forget the past, we look back only to find a trail of empty boots.
Countdown to Launch
Someone or other once said “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans.” Well, I keep making plans and life keeps happening. That article on Vikings and volcanoes I started in April is still on the backburner because I need to do a bit more research, but other things have been occupying my time. Like my book and paying work—in that order.
Devil in the Details
Let me start by saying that perfectionism is a curse that rots your brain and hacks away your self-confidence until you’re nothing but a quivering pile of dogshit. I am author, hear me whimper.
The Co-Evolution of a Story and its Teller
Four years ago, if you had asked me what I knew about Norse mythology, I would have shrugged and mumbled something about Thor dressing up as a woman to get his hammer back. I couldn’t even remember the name of Odin’s wife, and Loki was little more than a dark figure in my mind. Nonetheless, it was Loki who sparked my imagination.
