The stereotypical Canadian is polite and nice and, to an extent, we are both of those things. We don’t boast; we’re not brash; we don’t believe the world revolves around us. We display the Canadian flag prominently when we travel internationally because people like us. As a rule, we live contented lives in our beautiful…
I’m sitting at my departure gate in the Calgary airport waiting for the connecting flight from Regina that will take me to Kamloops, where I’m spending a few days with my daughter and granddaughter and enjoying a visit with my bestie. I’ve positioned myself facing a window onto the tarmac. There’s no snow. It seems…
Blogger. I started blogging in 2008 at a place I called My Own Velvet Room. Over time, I created two additional blogs—Arms of Adoption and A Grandma’s Garden—and built a website. I don’t know what I was thinking. In 2010, I combined them all into one platform, which has changed significantly over the years. Then,…
It’s the wee hours. Molly sleeps on top of the blanket covering my legs that are stretched out and resting on a hassock in front of the wing chair in my woman cave. Five candles flicker atop my writing desk—one for each day of Advent and the fifth for Christmas. The light they offer is…
We have just finished lunch after attending the Eucharist service at church this morning. This is Epiphany Sunday and, as such, the priest marked the doorframe of the church sanctuary with chalk. 20✞C✞M✞B✞25 Wrapped within the new year are initials for the traditional names of the magi (Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar) separated by crosses to represent Christ….
The liminality of the days between December 25 and January 1, paired with an ice storm making it unsafe and unwise to venture out, keeps us home. Having consumed too much fat and sugar, we feel dim-witted and lazy. A jigsaw puzzle on the dining table, books on our devices, and a little Yorkie who…