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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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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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On the Cusp of Change
It’s mid-October. Trees, recently adorned in all their fall splendor, are starting to look bare. There are more crispy leaves on the ground than there are on the trees. Amidst all the fall and Halloween decorations in yards people are putting up Christmas lights. They’re already up on Main Street. To those of who hail…
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Old Wives
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…
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Constant, In the Face of Change
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.…
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Broken Plates
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…
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