Much of my writing in this blog has been a way of processing my feelings of grief from losing people close to me. However, there are many forms of grief, as I was discussing in a twitter chat today (#SaturdaySchool). 286 more words
A reader, E, has a question for the blogosphere. I am retelling the original email to better anonymize the case (as per E’s request). I think I managed to capture the gist of the experience; E, if something is incorrect, please let me know. 1,637 more words
As an addendum to our post yesterday, we have learned more about vaccines in Canada.
A ‘University of Toronto’ (actually the Scarborough Campus, which, in the time I worked there, didn’t even bother to pretend that it was anything other than a cynical attempt to cash in on the first and second generation Canadians in the area who wanted to go to school close to home) ‘professor’ (actually a spousal hire– her husband is a dean) is using the school’s imprimatur to push ‘alternative vaccines’ and a whole suite of homeopathic garbage. 181 more words
Sometimes I avoid writing like it’s the Bubonic plague and I’m a peasant in the 1300s. Avoid the plague or die.
Because writing makes me think and thinking makes me realize everything I’m frustrated about, everything I sweep under the rug in my brain. 343 more words