I’m in Kamloops visiting our daughter and granddaughter for a few days. Totally lucked out on the weather! Yesterday, Laurinda and I went for a float (oh, pure bliss!) and then meandered down to Cooney Bay. We wandered, took photographs (mostly me), and looked for pretty stones (mostly Laurinda). It was simply a wonderful afternoon!…
A few weeks after she died, I opened her mailbox and found a letter addressed to my mom written in her own handwriting. Yesterday, I read a sample from Joy Williams’ short story collection, Ninety-Nine Stories of God and the first story, Postcard, reminded me of that day. It’s very short. I tried to find…
I’ve been thinking about this young woman. This photo was taken in 1977 when she was 18-years-old. She thought she had things figured out, but had already chosen to let go of personal dreams and ignore relationship red flags. She would pay a steep price for those decisions, as would those around her and those…
I’m sitting in the Vancouver, B.C. airport—YVR—waiting for my next flight that will take me home to Saskatchewan. I’ve just enjoyed an overpriced sandwich and am sipping on a Starbucks. It’s almost like the old days. Young people are carrying on business on laptops and cell phones. I’m catching snippets of phrases that were once…
This week has passed at a comfortable pace. It’s a relief after a month of feeling like I had too many commitments. Looking back at a few things I’m grateful for this week with a Friday’s Fave Five post. It’s been two months since we brought Miss Molly home, but it feels like she’s been…
We’re driving toward a place where I haven’t been for 55-ish years. I don’t know exactly where it is, and it’s unlikely I’ll recognize it when and if we get there. The road undulates, like the surrounding countryside. I’ve told stories about trips my family took on such a road, though it was gravel not…