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 early Friday morning. The smoke we were under has dissipated and the sky is clear; we’re in for a great day. Makiya doesn’t have school today and it feels a bit like Saturday. Funny how one small change in…
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A Pair of Old Shoes and a Prairie Dream
Sharing this piece I wrote for my writing group. 🙂 We’re given a visual prompt: a pair of well-worn shoes on the bottom of a shoe rack at a fitness studio that have been there for the past month. My…
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Water, Water, Everywhere
Well, not really. I’ve been thinking about water conservation lately. It’s natural, I suppose, now that we’re paying for utilities (as opposed to having them included in our strata fees in B.C.), and water is expensive in Saskatchewan. This is…
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A Sweet, and Ordinary, Saturday in May
Gerry slips out early, and brings back coffee and breakfast sandwiches which we enjoy while planning the day. I propose a trip to a small vendor and garden show (which ultimately takes us farther down the road to a pottery…
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Cousin Connections
Yesterday, as I was looking through a bin of old photos for pictures of my mom, I came across some taken of my cousins here in Moose Jaw a lifetime ago. These two are the only cousins I have real…
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Just A Quiet Day
It’s cooler today, and cloudy, or maybe it’s fog. No matter. This too shall pass. I’ve already fallen behind in weeding the beds on the perimeter of our yard and those lining our front driveway. Gerry took a pass a…