Seeing

  This October,  I attended the premiere of RWB’s The Handmaid’s Tale and the film Hannah Arendt at Cinematheque,both damning indictments of totalitarianism and right thinking,[1] and much more interesting than the tragedy of the Harper government or the comedy at Winnipeg City Hall. I intended to do them both at once, but I’ve run

My father and mother both wrote memoirs, which they’ve given we children. Mum’s are rougher than my Dad’s, she dictated, he typed them, and not very carefully.  My daughter keyed his memoirs into a computer and I’m figuring there is a way to get them posted on the web, and available for download as an

My mother only learned to swim in her fifties after we moved to Winnipeg. There were few swimmers among southern Manitoba farms kids, and grandmother had a terror of water, losing one of her 11 children when he fell on his face in an icy puddle and drowned. I was an eager swimmer, cycling to