“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again.” Georgia O’Keefe It wasn’t my intention to step away from this space for most of the summer, but as time went by, more and more, it seemed the right thing for me. Twice I opened my MacBook, thinking I’d tap out…
I follow some Saskatchewan gardening pages on Facebook. Lately (it’s late-June as I write this), I often see questions asking if it’s too late to plant something. Responses vary from “no, it’s not too late” to short answers in the negative to those requesting more information like “Where are you located?” (The growing zone in…
I started writing this post a week ago, then ran out of both desire and energy to continue. In short, I was experiencing what I had started to write about and was empty. Nothing to be done about it but to step away and refuel. I’m sitting at my desk that looks out onto our…
Yesterday, I was going through one of my old blog books from 2018. It was the year I posted something every day, and it offers a snapshot of daily life. That summer, as usual, our granddaughter, who was nine-years-old at the time, spent a few weeks with us for “Camp G & G.” Also, as…
In the morning, we have coffee with a couple we hadn’t met before. Writers, the pair of them. All isn’t as we wish it to be in the world, but we have technology that facilitates connection that otherwise wouldn’t happen. That’s a gift. Turns out he and I are distantly related on the Letkeman side….
In the mid-1990s, I lost my footing and fell into an abyss. I won’ describe the circumstances or the depth of my grief and depression, my dissection and examination of everything that came before and during, or of my stop-and-go journey toward healing. Suffice to say, those were really tough years. I took to the…