I’m tired. Bone-weary tired. Have I mentioned that lately? Smoke from wildfires has blown in, ushering in gray days that do little to help my weariness. It’s either time to push through or give in. The jury’s still out. We ordered pizza for supper last evening. We had a free one thanks to rewards at
It’s early Friday morning. The smoke we were under has dissipated and the sky is clear; we’re in for a great day. Makiya doesn’t have school today and it feels a bit like Saturday. Funny how one small change in routine creates such ripples. I’m tired. Bone weary tired. I feel it in my body
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
This has been the first real week of spring here in southern Saskatchewan and it’s been a joy to be outside. The sidewalks on our street have been filled with kids on scooters from morning to evening. I watched flocks of geese flying overhead, returning from their southern winter destination. I watched a squirrel run
Back in the old days, when conferences took place in person, I had the good fortune to attend and participate in Story Circle Network Stories From the Heart ones in Austin, TX. In 2010, I was on a panel discussing blogging, and in other years worked behind the scenes. I attended workshops and loved hanging out
It's the last weekend before the official start of spring. Any way you slice it, in whatever part of the country you live—that's cause to celebrate. Even here in Saskatchewan, we're feeling it. After last weekend's storm (when Cranky Old Man Winter gave his all for one last blizzardy blast), I believe the worst is
On March 11, 2020, The WHO Director-General issued a media briefing in which the COVID-19 outbreak was declared a global pandemic. I am releasing a new book today on the anniversary of when our world changed. Living Liminal: A Slice of Pandemic Life is a chronicle of 2020 and 2021. A compilation of blog posts,
It's late Saturday afternoon as I write this. Gerry and I have had a busy day. First thing this morning, I finally organized my art area, thanks to the new cabinets he assembled yesterday. After that, we puttered and organized our downstairs storage rooms, and came away feeling like we had really accomplished something. Then
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
I’m a morning person. I love the quiet first thing, before the wild things of the day come growling, when I can ponder and pray, read and write. Since I was sick last month, my early morning time has been severely curtailed because I am oversleeping (according to my preference). At first, I thought my
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