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  • This Morning

    This Morning

    This morning, we acknowledge the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. It is a day of celebration after the darkness of Good Friday and Holy Saturday. We will make some noise with our church family this morning as we proclaim Hallelujah! He is risen! This morning, I am also thinking about Makiya’s friend in Caronport…

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  • Good Friday

    Good Friday

    I wake up early, 4:30 a.m. early, and carry Maya from the bedroom in one hand and my iPad and Kindle in the other to the kitchen, quietly closing the bedroom door behind me. I retrieve my jacket from the front closet and pull it on in a way I’ve learned to do while carrying…

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  • In the Eye of the Beholder

    In the Eye of the Beholder

    This is a photo I captured with my big girl camera four years ago from the back deck of our home in Kamloops. It came up in my social media memories this morning, and it’s one of my favourites. I haven’t taken the opportunity to get out with my Canon since we moved to Moose…

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  • Whispers in the Fog

    Whispers in the Fog

    Saskatchewan is Canada’s sunniest province and, since we moved here in December, the contrast to British Columbia has been clear (pun not intended). Save for a handful of foggy or blizzardy days, it’s been blue sky and sunshine. This is good for someone prone to Seasonal Affective Disorder in the dark, winter months. Sure, it’s…

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  • 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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  • Childhood

    Childhood

    I am sitting on a plastic chair in the waiting room at my granddaughter’s orthodontist. There are a handful of others occupying the same kind of chair spaced around the room; most of them are looking down at their phones. Only one man, wearing an orange reflective vest and who I estimate to be close to…

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  • Changing Times

    Changing Times

    It’s the last weekend before the official start of spring. Any way you slice it, in whatever part of the country you live—that’s cause to celebrate. Even here in Saskatchewan, we’re feeling it. After last weekend’s storm (when Cranky Old Man Winter gave his all for one last blizzardy blast), I believe the worst is…

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