Raclette of Gratitude

Sometimes I complain about teaching. In fact, about three weeks into any given course, I tend to have a fair-to-middling-sized meltdown. I’m working 9 to 5; I’m critiquing 50 pages of student writing a week instead of writing my own stuff; my free time has...

Trees and hills I long have known

Once, long ago (in 2001), I saw the Shire for the first time. On-screen, it was exactly as I’d always pictured it in my head: verdant and rolling, suffused in golden-green light. And when Frodo leapt up from the foot of that perfect Shire tree, he looked right too. He...

Cream; no sugar

I’m having one of my patented meltdowns. It’s midway through one of my U of T terms, and I’m doing a lot of critiquing. Also, I’m now over a month into a new job, still feeling slightly unbalanced, certain I’ll screw up big-time, any day....

And They Called it Bunny Love

I never intended to have a rabbit. It wasn’t that I was opposed to the idea; I simply never thought of it myself. No, it was my friend Heather who said, way back in 1989, “Um, my roommate’s sick and she has to go back to the States for a while; can you...

Myth, Marvel (TM) and Rabbits in the Woods

I alluded to this in a previous post. I alluded to it in Sweden too, when many of the wonderful people we met there asked where we’d already been, and what we’d been doing. “I gave a lecture-type thing!” I’d say. “To a bunch of...

Trains, Trolls, Tomorrows

When I was in Spain, back in 1992, I wrote everything I was seeing down in a notebook and composed long, musing, lyrical posts at night, in an attempt to synthesize all the images (fireflies in the sky above the Alhambra, for example, or puddles drying on the cobbles...