I sustain myself with the love of family. Maya Angelou My heart is full with the gift of long lost family this week. I spent much of yesterday’s travel time ruminating and looking forward to some soak time to solidify it all when we get home, Today, we return to not-long-lost family in BC. We’re
This—the landscape of home—would lure me back with its winds and desperate clouds and endless expanse . . . Linda Joy Myers, Song of the Plains, A Memoir of Family, Secrets, and Silence The map on the navigation system in the car is void of anything. There are no lines indicating roads or railway tracks;
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon We arrive in Moose Jaw, the city I spent my childhood in and, after