On the Home Stretch

Murphy stirs at 4:30ish; Maya soon after. When we get to Moose Jaw, 4:30 here becomes 6:30 there so maybe we’ll settle into a more reasonable routine. For now, we all retire at a ridiculously early hour, weary. Rising at 4:30 a.m. is usually okay with me, but I’m tired and my back hurts, and


This is our view of the cul de sac from the window in our den: picture-perfect and pretty after last night's snow. The view from the bedroom and living room is equally charming on this snowy November morning. I will miss these things. These are weeks of lasts and of saying farewell and they are


The prompt for writing group this month was CHANGE. I approached it from a little different perspective. I walk up the well-worn wooden steps of the little store on the corner of 7th Avenue and Oxford that’s tacked onto the front of an equally small house. We call it Tom’s because that’s the name of

What a Difference a Day Makes

We wake to white and—surprisingly—a snowfall warning. There's no denying that it's pretty, but the people who live in our neighbourhood who were unable to get up the hill leading into the community last evening might spin a tale of a different kind. Thankfully, the road is sanded and in good shape this morning. Gerry

Tea Time and the “S” Word

I'm watching the snow level drop on the hills across the valley and the first flakes of white have started falling here. Gerry brought the last of the outdoor furniture inside this morning so we're ready for it. Well, not quite. Our snow shovels and snowblower are in storage in Moose Jaw. When we moved

There’s Always Something

Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight. Mary Oliver I try to remain present and mindful so those sweet somethings  are foremost in my mind bringing me to a place where gratitude and worship are more prominent than anything else but, truthfully, I could write a different

An Unexpectedly Slow Day

My back is in spasm, so we're having a slow day. A heating pad, my Kindle, and cup after cup of vanilla chai tea are my faithful companions. Gerry and I just finished watching a Zoom recording of a Wednesday night series happening at our church. With all that's gone wonky for the past few