We’re driving toward a place where I haven’t been for 55-ish years. I don’t know exactly where it is, and it’s unlikely I’ll recognize it when and if we get there. The road undulates, like the surrounding countryside. I’ve told stories about trips my family took on such a road, though it was gravel not…
It’s early morning. Molly gifted both of us with a full night’s sleep and I stand, feeling relatively refreshed, looking out over the top of the window blind in our dining area. A crescent moon and Venus shine brightly in the southeastern sky. Constants. There’s a smattering of other lights—stars, or planets, or something else….
Last year at this time, we were sorting and packing in preparation for the big move from Kamloops to Moose Jaw. I snapped a photo of these broken Fiesta dishes that I had been hanging on to, thinking I might use them to make a mosaic of some sort one day. I decided it was…