It’s a lovely way to spend a gray afternoon in mid-January. Having spent part of the morning menu planning, I head for a leisurely trip to the grocery store to pick up a few things. It’s the first time I’ve gone alone since we moved, so I take the opportunity to go slow and browse—but…
Maya had a restless night which translated into me also having one. She’s been a bit discombobulated since the move, more so since we lost Murphy, so I’m granting her grace. Even so, going outside three times between midnight and 5 a.m. when I finally just got up, is excessive—especially when at least one of…
Home is where the heart is. Home is where our family is. Home is where we came from. Home is where our work takes us. Home is where we choose to settle. Home is where we end up. Well, yes, all of these things can be true, but home is also anywhere and in any…
In the morning, we go out to run errands, and when we get home and I open the door leading from the garage into the laundry room, I expect to see my tiny dog Murphy waiting to greet me. Every time I get ready to go out, I pause, asking myself if I need to…
It’s a big day around here. I’m having a garburator installed in my kitchen sink. For most of my life, I didn’t enjoy such a convenience, but when we moved to WA in 2007, our home had one. I got so used to it, that we put one in when we returned to Kamloops in…
On another gorgeous sunny big sky Saskatchewan afternoon, Makiya and I go to Regina for a bit of birthday shopping for her. It’s a gorgeous drive—about an hour from Caronport, where I pick her up at her home, to Regina. I’m smitten by the prairie scenery, of course. But more so by the conversation we…