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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It’s gray, and the first day after the break in a long string of above seasonal temperatures. We’re expecting the first snow of the season tonight. There’s been a “special weather statement” issued but, in a world where everything seems…
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On the Cusp of Change
It’s mid-October. Trees, recently adorned in all their fall splendor, are starting to look bare. There are more crispy leaves on the ground than there are on the trees. Amidst all the fall and Halloween decorations in yards people are…
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Old Wives
We’re driving toward a place where I haven’t been for 55-ish years. I don’t know exactly where it is, and it’s unlikely I’ll recognize it when and if we get there. The road undulates, like the surrounding countryside. I’ve told…
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Constant, In the Face of Change
It’s early morning. Molly gifted both of us with a full night’s sleep and I stand, feeling relatively refreshed, looking out over the top of the window blind in our dining area. A crescent moon and Venus shine brightly in…
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Broken Plates
Last year at this time, we were sorting and packing in preparation for the big move from Kamloops to Moose Jaw. I snapped a photo of these broken Fiesta dishes that I had been hanging on to, thinking I might…
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Friday’s Fave Five – September 29
It’s the last Friday of September, already; the month whizzed by in a blur. Oh, how I’m looking forward to October and a different pace—though I’ll have to make it intentionally so. I hate to use the “b” word but…