Summer Plans

I liken May to January as a month of making plans and setting intentions. Apart from gardening plans (which are slow in coming as I wait to see what surprises will be revealed in new yard), I like to make personal writing, reading, and other creative plans. I envision lazy afternoons spent in the new

Let the Painting Begin!

It’s Tuesday, but feels like Monday. Yesterday was Family Day, and a holiday, here in Saskatchewan and many other Canadian provinces. The girls came for dinner and we enjoyed rousing games of cribbage and Kamloopsopoly before digging into one of Makiya’s favourite meals—African sweet potato stew and naan bread. Every day’s a holiday when you’re

Friday’s Fave Five – December 23

I’m in a liminal space right now, as we settle into our new home in Moose Jaw in the season of Advent. There’s a strange sense of moving forward while still waiting that leaves me feeling discombobulated. It’s the Christmas season, yet with the transition we’ve experienced and are still sorting through—it doesn’t really seem

Top Ten 2021 Reads

For the most part, books served as my escape hatch from another upside-down inside-out year. I read mostly fiction, discovering a handful of new-to-me authors writing what I refer to as "domestic fiction" (books about family relationships) and suspense, which is a new genre for me. I also enjoyed long-awaited memoirs written by my Story

Monday Meandering

This morning I feel like whatever I write will be inadequate. To write something cheery seems an insult to those in British Columbia who are already dealing with loss from mudslides and flooding, and insensitive to those in the north who are waiting for a second atmospheric river to hit the province. It would be

An Interview

It's damp and gray today.  I popped out to pick up a few groceries and do a bit of shopping this morning. Now, groceries are put away, I've folded the laundry, the dogs are settled, Makiya is downstairs (she has the day off school today), and I am settling in with a book. The Wrong Family

“Lazy” Days of Summer

Whoever described  summer days as “lazy” wasn’t a gardener. I am, and this time of year is far from lazy around here. Yesterday, after an early trip to the garden to water, weed, and harvest, I spent the rest of the morning washing, chopping, and bagging while I sent Gerry out to foist some cucumbers