Liza

There is an expression in French, derived, it would seem, from a government and administration-centric culture, prone to strikes and work disruptions of all kinds.   “Le service minimum”, or “faire le service minimum”, whose meaning is quite transparent, obviously. Maintaining a bare-minimum level of service that doesn’t give an extra inch of time or commitment to the institution you report to, or its customers for that matter.And I’m afraid this is exactly where I am these days, folks....

Things have been on the blah side lately around here.When do I ever NOT say that these days?It’s true that between the punishing winter and the long hours spent at home, I have been struggling to muster much enthusiasm for anything.And then came the war -, or should I say the “excursion”, like an episode of Bombs on the Beach or something? Just when I thought my phone and screen habits were getting better. I spent the better part of last weekend refreshing various news websites and social...

Another school break, another week without posting, writing, or note-taking of any kind.Some mothers out there manage to do it all, I know that for a fact. Sadly, I am not one of them, as may be evident from the somewhat random publishing schedule on this site. As soon as the children are home for a prolonged period, I am out of commission as a human, it would seem.     I have been thinking about that a lot lately, maybe because we haven’t had a proper, undisturbed family vacation in what...