Running

Of late  I feel I am running from, and I am over it. It is exhausting and I have blisters. I don’t even know if these metaphorical saline bubbles are on my heels, my toes or surrounding my soul. I just know that my own desire for escape has given rise to a game of […]

Scapegoating

I have watched the Nost Fiasco with cautious interest, cringing at what people have to say about how angry they are. Yesterday I took a breath and finally read the Age article, albeit quickly, and nearly a week later. I was as underwhelmed and frustrated as I knew I would be. As predictable as geometric […]