I am taking a course in short story writing with Joyce Carol Oates on Masterclass. One afternoon, I poked around on her Substack and came across a post called What I like. What I like is her creativity in writing it, so I borrowed the idea and exercised my own creative muscles by penning (or…
The other day, I mentioned to my daughter that I was browsing the Epicure site looking for a particular blend of seasoning. Gerry and I had enjoyed a simple meal from Chef’s Plate the night before and I wanted to replicate it. Buying this blend, I told her, aligned with my chosen word for 2024—simplicity….
It an unusually gray day here in Moose Jaw; one of the few in which we probably won’t see even a sliver of sunshine. I went downtown earlier, dodging potholes like I was playing Mario Kart. One of the streets in our city, Coteau, was deemed to be the worst street in Saskatchewan last year….
I’ve had a busy week and finally feel like I can catch my breath—or, more accurately, breathe. Clearing things off my virtual and physical desk helped, as did tidying my office and tending to my overflowing email inbox. (Apologies to those I’ve been tardy in responding to.) This morning, the sun is shining, the washer…
It’s early Sunday afternoon as I write this and it’s been snowing since early yesterday. We’re hunkered down at home and it’s been a delightful opportunity to get lost in a book. I just finished one and am pondering what to dive into next. I’ve been binging on psychological thrillers (this author in particular) for…
There’s a cast of characters living in my mind and they’ve been there for years. Most of them have names, some rather creative ones, like my old friend Knits McWaller, who came to me in a dream one night. Others, more ordinary: Charlotte, Alene, Sam, Sara, David, Belle, and Iz. I ponder their stories, I…