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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The other day, I mentioned to my daughter that I was browsing the Epicure site looking for a particular blend of seasoning. Gerry and I had enjoyed a simple meal from Chef’s Plate the night before and I wanted to…
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Soupy Fog. And Grace.
It an unusually gray day here in Moose Jaw; one of the few in which we probably won’t see even a sliver of sunshine. I went downtown earlier, dodging potholes like I was playing Mario Kart. One of the streets…
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Just a Small Saucer For Me, Please
I’ve had a busy week and finally feel like I can catch my breath—or, more accurately, breathe. Clearing things off my virtual and physical desk helped, as did tidying my office and tending to my overflowing email inbox. (Apologies to…
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The Situation On a Snowy Sunday Afternoon
It’s early Sunday afternoon as I write this and it’s been snowing since early yesterday. We’re hunkered down at home and it’s been a delightful opportunity to get lost in a book. I just finished one and am pondering what…
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I Hear Voices And See People Who Aren’t Really There
There’s a cast of characters living in my mind and they’ve been there for years. Most of them have names, some rather creative ones, like my old friend Knits McWaller, who came to me in a dream one night. Others,…
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I’ve Been Thinking About This Young Woman
I’ve been thinking about this young woman. This photo was taken in 1977 when she was 18-years-old. She thought she had things figured out, but had already chosen to let go of personal dreams and ignore relationship red flags. She…