One morning, while enjoying our first cup of coffee, Gerry and I talk about fruit. If we were still living in British Columbia, we’d be eating our way through flats of fresh strawberries by now, tucking some away in the freezer while eagerly awaiting raspberries and blueberries (my favourite!). I’d be thinking about pulling out…
Small Beneath the Sky: A Prairie Memoir is the name of a book written by Saskatchewan author, Lorna Crozier. It has a home on my bookshelf. I recommend it. How can one feel anything but small when standing beneath the endless Saskatchewan sky? It is where I feel most at home. It’s where I breathe…
I wake in the morning thinking about things I want to accomplish in the coming day, hoping the list is on the shorter side. By design, it usually is. This morning: a couple of emails to tend to, share the draft newsletter for InScribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship with the executive, put a pot of chicken…
I have a tendency to overcomplicate and wrestle with the paradox between embracing divine mystery and dotting all i’s and crossing t’s in terms of theology. What did Jesus mean when he said this? Where is God in this situation? Why did God do this? Was that even God’s doing? What does God want me…
It’s been a good week. Coffee with friends on Sunday afternoon, photographing storm clouds, and visiting and enjoying lunch with my cousin and her husband in Swift Current yesterday. These delights peppered amidst mornings spent planting and puttering and wandering in the garden with a mug of coffee looking for new growth. Some days, windows…
There’s an inviting blue circle where the familiar hourglass on the social media app on my phone once was. Ask Meta AI anything or Search, it invites and, going a step farther, he/she/it presents options based on the algorithm. Best outdoor furniture. Digital photography tips. What makes D.S. Motors unique? (I have no idea who…