Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 10, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 10, 2004

Coming Clean – Panic & Anxiety

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 10, 2004 – I’ve already admitted to being obsessive, compulsive, impatient, anxious, bitchy (okay a bitch), a wee bit neurotic, uptight, anal, the Queen of Rationalization and The Princess of Procrastination. What I haven’t yet addressed is that I am a captive of Panic Disorder. There, I’ve said it. I am plagued by severe anxiety and panic attacks.

The Cultural Claim To Cruelty

The Cultural Claim To Cruelty

The Cultural Claim To Cruelty – is ancient – self-righteous – part of tradition – often religiously motivated  – fuelled by testosterone and savage. Claims of “we have always treated animals this way and it is our cultural heritage” are a sorry excuse for barbaric cruelty.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 9, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 9, 2004

Signs Of Summer

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 9, 2004 – Our long hibernation is over. It’s safe to emerge from our homes and linger outdoors. It was thirty-two degrees today. Hot, humid and sticky. The green paradise that is a Canadian summer is upon us – the long winter sleep forgotten for a few precious months.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 8, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 8, 2004

The Homecoming

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 8, 2004 – I was up bright and early this morning, and leaving Ziggy happily munching on his breakfast, I scooted out to my car and headed down to Gerrard and Parliament to retrieve Augie from the Cabbagetown Pet Clinic. He’s well enough to come home now, after four days at the animal spa.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 7, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 7, 2004

I Wonder If It Could Be True?

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – June 7, 2004 – When I attended the University of Waterloo – I lived at Renison College the Anglican college on campus for four years. This wasn’t due to any overwhelming adherence to all things Anglican, but rather to a desire to live on the university grounds. Fortunately my lapsed Anglicanism was never called into question.