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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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Paradox
Living in Moose Jaw makes me happy and I feel at peace here. My heart is broken and I’m grieving the loss of my boy, Murphy. These first days of 2023 are paradoxical. I’m reminded of what Frederich Buechner wrote about the paradox of this life in Wishful Thinking. “The grace of God means something…
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Goodbye 2022
It’s December 31st at 8 pm as I write this. Gerry is in the living room with Maya watching a hockey game. I’m propped up in bed tapping out these words on my iPad and missing having my little buddy beside me. It’s been a quiet day. We went to the storage locker and, with…
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Murphy
January 7, 2020 – December 29, 2022 My sweet boy, Murphy, died peacefully in his sleep last night. He was a tiny dog with special needs—fragilein many ways and mighty in others. No one could have predicted how long Murphy would live. Howeverlong, it would have not been enough. He was well loved and loving,…
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On the Fourth Day of Christmas
In recent years, I’ve gotten in the habit of leaving the non-traditional trees up until the end of January—or even later—appreciating the ambiance and extra light during the dark weeks. This year, I decide to put themaway and get to a semblance of Moose Jaw normal as we continue to adjust after the move. And so…
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On the Second Day of Christmas
It’s Boxing Day, one of my favourite days of the year. With no commitments and no meals to prepare, thanksto an abundance of leftovers, the day is one of rest involving a good book (I’m currently reading Mad Honey by Jodi Picoult and Jennifer Finney Boylan), a jigsaw puzzle, and snacks. Simply perfect. Yesterday, we woke…
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Shopping on the Friday Before Christmas
After an appointment downtown, Gerry and I head to Superstore to pick up some last minute Christmasthings. Ordinarily,mi wouldn’t go to the grocery store on the Friday before Christmas (because crowds), but this is no ordinary year as we continue settling into our new home. As we’re driving into the parking lot, wespot our daughter driving…
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Friday’s Fave Five – December 23
I’m in a liminal space right now, as we settle into our new home in Moose Jaw in the season of Advent.There’s a strange sense of moving forward while still waiting that leaves me feeling discombobulated. It’s pause to look back at the week and count blessings with a the Christmas season, yet with the transition…
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Christmas Shopping
The outdoor temperature gauge in my car reads -30C (that’s -22F) when I join the line of cars filled withparents picking up their kids at the school in Caronport. Many more kids are bundled up and walking to their home in the village than are being picked up—this is Saskatchewan, after all. They know how to…
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Friday Favourites
Gerry and I have been Moose Jaw residents for one week today. We’re puttering away at things at homelike replacing weather stripping on the door from the laundry room to the garage (Gerry) and organizingthe walk-in pantry (me). There are always miscellaneous things to buy for a new house so I’ve beenshopping too. Our Keurig…
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