In the morning, I go to the library while Gerry stays home and spreads out photography papers on the dining table as a precursor to organizing them in binders he picked up the day prior. I spend time orienting myself in the library, looking for spaces I might return to write one day and locating…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
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…