Month: March 2023

  • Open Mic

    Open Mic

    Back in the old days, when conferences took place in person, I had the good fortune to attend and participate in Story Circle Network Stories From the Heart ones in Austin, TX. In 2010, I was on a panel discussing blogging, and in other years worked behind the scenes. I attended workshops and loved hanging out…

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  • Not a Bad Gig

    Not a Bad Gig

    This is the view from my car every afternoon around 3:25 p.m. when I join the line of cars waiting to pick up kiddos from school, now and for the foreseeable future. Caronport is about a 20-minute drive from Moose Jaw. Every weekday afternoon I am presented with a choice: go up memory-laden Main Street…

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  • Now There Are Three Of Us (and a Yorkie)

    Now There Are Three Of Us (and a Yorkie)

    Our daughter pulled out early this morning, driving a U-Haul and towing her car, heading for B.C. and a new job. There were tears, long hugs, and bittersweet gratitude. Now there are three of us living in this home, as our granddaughter settles in to stay with us for a time. We’re back to early…

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  • A Fun Evening

    A Fun Evening

    It’s the theatre Mom took me to see my first movie. Snow White. It was originally built in 1913 and, having undergone extensive restoration and is now known as the Mae Wilson Theatre. Together with the Visual Arts Gallery next door (once the Army and Navy department store), these two venues are the Moose Jaw…

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  • To Everything There Is a Season

    To Everything There Is a Season

    The sun is shining, and it feels relatively warm when I come out of the grocery store. When I get home and the groceries are unloaded and put away, I suggest to Gerry that we take a drive and maybe a short walk in the Wakamow valley. He’s all for it. I put a pink…

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  • It’s Snowing

    It’s Snowing

    “Oh, hello!” My first glance out of the window in my office reveals feather-like flakes falling from the sky and a world that is, once again, white. Snow is different here than it was in B.C. It truly is like feathers and, with the addition of prairie wind, drifts are created that look like sculptured…

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