The way I see myself might not be the way others see me but here’s a brief sketch anyway. I am a 50-something settler Canadian who is only beginning to appreciate and understand what “reconciliation” means for people like me who navigate the world through a lens of whiteness. My ignorance is vast but I’m working on it.
I am a highly privileged academic with training in sociology who mostly focuses on violence and bullying in society and schools. I have a ton to say about those things, some of which you’ll find on these pages. I might be perceived as opinionated and a loudmouth. Fair enough.
I’m a long-distance runner. The ascent up the academic ladder and my progress in running (and some pretty cool achievements, I have to say) were surprises that I did not plan or see coming. They have taught me a lot about myself and about life.
I can ride a unicycle. And I do a mean cartwheel, even at my age. I’m a reader, mostly of non-fiction. Academics has ruined me for fiction. I don’t know why. I don’t understand poetry.
I could go on but I’ll leave it at that for now.