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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Living in Moose Jaw makes me happy and I feel at peace here. My heart is broken and I’m grieving the loss of my boy, Murphy. These first days of 2023 are paradoxical. I’m reminded of what Frederich Buechner wrote…
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Goodbye 2022
It’s December 31st at 8 pm as I write this. Gerry is in the living room with Maya watching a hockey game. I’m propped up in bed tapping out these words on my iPad and missing having my little buddy…
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Murphy
January 7, 2020 – December 29, 2022 My sweet boy, Murphy, died peacefully in his sleep last night. He was a tiny dog with special needs—fragilein many ways and mighty in others. No one could have predicted how long Murphy…
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On the Fourth Day of Christmas
In recent years, I’ve gotten in the habit of leaving the non-traditional trees up until the end of January—or even later—appreciating the ambiance and extra light during the dark weeks. This year, I decide to put themaway and get to a…
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On the Second Day of Christmas
It’s Boxing Day, one of my favourite days of the year. With no commitments and no meals to prepare, thanksto an abundance of leftovers, the day is one of rest involving a good book (I’m currently reading Mad Honey by Jodi…
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Shopping on the Friday Before Christmas
After an appointment downtown, Gerry and I head to Superstore to pick up some last minute Christmasthings. Ordinarily,mi wouldn’t go to the grocery store on the Friday before Christmas (because crowds), but this is no ordinary year as we continue settling…