Who knew my reaction to the election is not unusual …

I read a fascinating article in last Sunday’s New York Times. It’s about how the election is sending America to the couch,  shrinka whopping 52% of Americans, to be precise. Both Republicans and Democrats, by the way.

Before we go any further, though, let me clarify. In my case, there is no therapy involved. I have nothing against therapy, far from it, but for me, a Canadian, to get so carried away over this presidential race that I’d need to talk to a professional about it would be quite Continue reading

The Trump effect …

It’s horrifying to see and hear the ugliness that Donald Trump has unleashed. The rage, the nastiness, the trump2016-02-15-1455534387-1672884-nbcfiresdonaldtrumpafterhecallsmexicansrapistsanddrugrunnersaggression, the threats — I just can’t take any more of it.

On the weekend I read, on Facebook, that a group of armed Trump supporters protested outside a Hillary Clinton campaign office in Virginia. And there are already threats of intimidation on election day.

He has empowered (and emboldened) a hateful group of people, a terrifyingly-large number of them, and now that he’s wound them up I worry that they’re not going to go quietly into the night. I fear Continue reading

For Canadians, a time to count our blessings …

Yesterday was Thanksgiving in Canada. It’s when we pause and reflect, to remind ourselves how fortunate gratefulwe are, to be grateful for all we have. But this year, at least for me, it’s taken on even greater significance.

I could be wrong, but I don’t remember a time when the world was in worse shape, in more turmoil.

Natural disaster after natural disaster, decimating cities and towns and villages, destroying homes and taking lives, leaving nothing but sorrow and rubble in their wake. Discord everywhere you turn — at home and abroad, between rich and poor, men and women, gay and straight, black Continue reading

The cab ride that restored my faith in humanity …

A photographer I know invited me to the opening reception of his exhibit last Saturday. greedBecause it was a rainy day the friend I was going with and I decided to take a taxi.

As luck would have it, part way there we drove right into a protest. There’s no way the driver could have known — there were no signs, no indication of a march and we didn’t see them approaching until we were more than half Continue reading