Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer. Barbara Kingsolver I spend the morning in surgery. Dissatisfied with the flow, I take…
Tuesday, April 2, 2019 – Oh Deer
We’re enjoying an episode of a favourite medical series on TV when movement outside our front window catches my eye. It takes a second for me to register what it is. ”It’s a deer!” I’m kind of thrilled at first. Deer are not uncommon around here, but to have one so close is kind of special….
Monday, April 1, 2019 – Peace
We enjoy vegetable soup for lunch after church, and I lose another game of chess while we eat. I’m determined to crack the code of this game and beat my undefeated-in-this-house husband. I told Makiya that I’ll phone her with the celebratory news when I manage it. ”I won’t believe it’s you on the phone,”…
Thursday, March 28, 2019 – A Grand Spring
When she arrived, nearly two weeks ago, it was still winter. The melt had just started in earnest, but the backyard—the north-facing yard—was still white. On that first day, I predicted that the snow would all be gone by the time she went home. ”Don’t talk about me going home,” she said. No, I suppose…
Wednesday, March 27, 2019 – Reading
We sit with our books for an hour one afternoon. Me, with my feet up on the sofa, she curled up in a wing chair opposite. I sneak glimpses above the cover of my Kindle, observing her slightly wrinkled brow as she concentrates on the story she is lost in. She twists sideways, adjusting…