It’s 2021, but on the racial-justice front, one could be forgiven for thinking we’re back in 1921. That’s the year that white citizens of Tulsa, Oklahoma, went on a rampage in the segregated city’s Black neighbourhood, looting and torching hundreds of houses, businesses, churches and schools.
A few weeks back I was lucky to get a vaccination against the Covid-19 virus that everyone in the world clamouring for, unless you live in virus-free New Zealand, thanks to the strict rules set by their government
I haven’t been out and about much this winter. It’s been almost a year since I last visited a restaurant or even a fast-food joint.
Being stuck in Waswanipi because of the pandemic has its benefits. I travel less and I rest more. I’ve begun playing chess.
It’s been a long year, a sad and dangerous year. Covid-19 has played hell with just about every aspect of our lives.
I am spending a lot of time meditating in my kitchen
My freshly sanitized hands are, at first, gleamingly dry and slightly chapped with cracking fingerprints.
For years Dan Isaac has been a part of the Nation. An important part we must admit.
Some minor health issues of late have led me to give up wheat and dairy.
This year was surreal. The pandemic made it seem like I existed without really living.
