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

  • At some point, the way some people visit family starts to look different. I was young—in my twenties—when my parents died within 18 months of each other and the shift started for me. Not everyone gets it, but visiting the…

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  • Since we’re past the 15th, we’re now officially in late-August. I feel it. Gerry commented this week that he feels it too. Change is in the air. For now, lest I get too far ahead of my pumpkin-spice-latte-craving self, let’s…

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  • One week from today, Gerry and I are traveling to the Edmonton, Alberta area to get a Yorkie puppy (this is a photo taken a couple of days ago with mama with her four babies). It’s been a difficult few…

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  • It’s Monday. Mid-August. My backyard garden has peaked—at least that’s how I view it. I’ve pulled out two beds of green bean plants and am waiting and watching for the last one to flower and produce. It might have been…

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  • It’s gray. Clouds this time, not smoke, but the effect is similar. There’s a slight chance of rain tonight and tomorrow. It’s dry here in Saskatchewan and we could really use the rain. I fear whatever falls won’t be nearly…

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  • We’ve enjoyed a great week that included a fun and fabulous visit from Gerry’s sister, Barb, and her husband, Laurie. Company means an opportunity to play tourist in the city where you live and we did that. We also just…

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