Unhappy Christmas

What did you get for Christmas? Was it something nice? I’m sitting here in Casualty, My face is packed with ice. I dread it every Christmas, They never give me toys, Daddy will get drunk again, His nights out with the boys.

Misunderstandings

My mother raised me in priority neighbourhoods all my life. She never once acknowledged the repercussions that definitely seem to follow. I can remember the day I was moving into Jane and Finch, and we were given a tour of the home by the superintendent.

The Concept of Happiness

I’ve been wondering about this for the longest time: What is happiness? It’s never a constant thing – in fact, different eras have had different ideas as to what makes their inhabitants happy. For us now, it’s wealth, and the accumulation of material possessions. In this day and age, we often are implicitly told if you’re not rich and don’t Continue reading The Concept of Happiness