Returning to Moose Jaw was and is about reconnection—to the land, the family left behind when my parents moved us to B.C., and the family I didn’t know I had until I reunited with my birth family many years later. It’s about nourishing roots and encouraging new growth. It’s about remembering and learning—unlearning, too. For…
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 grave of someone who was once part of my life (or history, in the case…
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 months, starting with losing our tiny special needs Yorkie, Murphy, in late December and saying…
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 pulling out those spent plants and not replacing them with anything that caused a shift…
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 enough, though. Gerry and I are just back from a walk in the Wakamow Valley,…
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 enjoyed spending time together laughing, enjoying good conversation, and playing a fun new game (Codenames….