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I write about ordinary days wrapped in a faith that keeps me afloat in a world where storms show up without warning.
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Friday’s Fave Five – December 8
One year ago today, Gerry and I became Moose Jaw residents fulfilling my fifty-year-old dream of returning to Saskatchewan. Sometimes, I can scarce believe I’m a Moose Javian again. This morning sitting at my desk, I’m looking out over a landscape that is devoid of snow. It’s been unseasonably warm and what little snowfall we…
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Quiet Days in Moose Jaw
My hearing aids started losing battery power before the day is done a week or so ago. I contacted Costco, where I got them, and was told that, as they are still under warranty, they would send them for repair and possible battery replacement (they’re rechargeable). So yesterday, Gerry and I drove to Regina (about…
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‘Tis Almost the Season
I’m trying to settle into the routine back home but we’re not quite there yet. Gerry’s been under the weather since just after I left for Kamloops so life’s running at a slower pace than usual. It’s kind of nice. Still, I’m hoping for a return to good health and semi-normal routines next week. I…
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On My Way Home
I’m sitting in the Vancouver, B.C. airport—YVR—waiting for my next flight that will take me home to Saskatchewan. I’ve just enjoyed an overpriced sandwich and am sipping on a Starbucks. It’s almost like the old days. Young people are carrying on business on laptops and cell phones. I’m catching snippets of phrases that were once…
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What a Difference a Day Makes
Yesterday, as I was driving home from an early morning appointment, I noticed most of the snow that fell a couple of weeks ago was gone. This morning we woke to white and, as of 2:30 p.m. when I’m writing this, it hasn’t stopped. What a difference a day makes. I’ve given myself the gift…
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The Writing Life
I was in my twenties the first time I got paid for my writing. I had submitted a poem (or poems?) somewhere and it (or they) were accepted for publication. I don’t remember what I submitted or who accepted them. What I do remember is receiving a cheque in the mail and using it to…
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Special Guest – Lisa May Bennett – Holding Back the Tears
I like to support women writers and occasionally invite one to be a guest in this space. Today, I’m pleased to introduce Lisa May Bennett, author of My Unfurling: Emerging From the Grip of Anxiety, Self-Doubt, and Drinking. Alcohol abuse is a subject I’m all too familiar with. For much of my life, I lived in…
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A Simple Saturday
This morning, snow fell like small feathers; this afternoon, the sun is out-ish and the temperature is above zero. It’s a nice mix for a quiet Saturday. I wash bedding on Saturday morning, and decided to switch over to my winter duvet cover and flannel sheets today. It’s nice to change things up and I’m…
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Friday’s Fave Five – October 27
This week has passed at a comfortable pace. It’s a relief after a month of feeling like I had too many commitments. Looking back at a few things I’m grateful for this week with a Friday’s Fave Five post. It’s been two months since we brought Miss Molly home, but it feels like she’s been…
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Stress
Just for yuks, I poked around in the archives of this blog this afternoon. It was interesting to see what was on my mind ten years ago around this time (my grandchildren) or on this day in 2008 (Westminster Abbey), the year I started this whole blogging gig. I time traveled through a number of…
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Snow Day
I wake, after a restless night with Molly who was experiencing some intestinal discomfort, to the expected white on the ground. Gerry seems excited “there’s just enough to make the ground white” he says. He’s less enthusiastic after shoveling the driveway and reporting on heavy slush under the pristine white covering and elects not to…
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Pre-Snow Day
It’s gray, and the first day after the break in a long string of above seasonal temperatures. We’re expecting the first snow of the season tonight. There’s been a “special weather statement” issued but, in a world where everything seems to be an emergency and require some kind of special statement or another, I’m not…
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