In Canada, our southern neighbour casts a long shadow, and 2017 commenced with a deep distemper in my community of practice on food and health. I had conversations with friends that ranged from glum (celebrating food seemed a bit pointless now, didn’t it?), to restrained (working for policy change in the health field has always been a long game), to bellicose (in a world where reality had been upended, direct confrontation was needed, now). The malaise suffused everything. I buried myself in the reassuring solitude of writing, and learned that others were trying to do the same. I tried to change my media habits: alternately glued to or avoiding social media; taking out new subscriptions to newspapers and magazines.
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