I write about ordinary days wrapped in a faith that keeps me afloat in a world where storms show up without warning.

  • We’ve been in the market for a new computer for Gerry. A desktop. Kinda old school, but not. Remember when desktops (or towers, as they were sometimes called) were the only option? I bought my first one back in the…

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  • It’s a quiet day around the old homestead as we ease into the first day/week/month of a brand new shiny year. I was up at absurdly early thirty with Molly, who decided that, since she couldn’t stay up to ring…

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  • Gerry is watching Jr. hockey on TV in the living room and Molly is sitting on his lap and enjoying a collagen chew. What to do? What do do? I thought of going into my woman cave and reading or…

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  • As 2023 winds down, I can’t help but look back with gratitude at the past twelve months living here in Moose Jaw, the fulfillment of a half-century held dream of mine. It wasn’t a perfect year; they never are. There…

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  • It’s always fun at the end of the year to look back at the books that have captivated me in the past twelve months. Books that I enjoyed so much I can remember where I was when I was reading…

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  • At this time of the year, mornings are dark; sunrise was at 9:02 a.m. this morning. On Christmas morning, we were struck with the setting full moon in the west. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen such a thing…

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