This is a departure from my cancer talk, but I’ve promised to be honest about my journey, and that includes my mental health journey too. My mother would be positively mortified to know I was publicly talking about this, so in advance – I’m sorry Mom, but silence is the friend of mental illness, and… Continue reading Me and The Ghost
I come from resilient people. My maternal ancestors were forced out of Nova Scotia as part of Le Grand Derangement, when the British “shipped our Acadian ancestors down here to die,” as my mother used to say. She wasn’t wrong. Le Grand Derangement was an act of ethnic cleansing, a genocide. It’s estimated that half… Continue reading Ça c’est bon, sha.