I accidentally watched the local news the other night. Well, “accidentally” may be a misnomer, but it came about because the girls were out at supper time. With just Gerry and me at home, we fell back into our old pattern of tuning in to the local news at 5:00. I had to walk away
Tag: writing
I’m alright. I’m alright.
I'm a huge fan of the Christmas classic movie, It's a Wonderful Life. Watching it solo is a holiday tradition because Gerry doesn't appreciate it in the same way (imagine!). I missed seeing it last year because I just couldn't muster my usual enthusiasm. This year? We'll see. Anyway, I was thinking about Uncle Billy
Ode to My Writing Group
My writing group met virtually this morning. We meet via Zoom and have the blessing of meeting with women we might not otherwise connect with. Two of the women were also in the group I started when we lived in Washington state. Without the magic of technology, we might have lost the connection we forged
Weekend Getaway
I’m in Prince George. Makiya and I drove up yesterday because she has an appointment with her orthodontist today. It’ll be the last one here; Laurinda will have to get her hooked up with one in Kamloops going forward. It’s a long drive and it rained the whole way. No complaints about the rain after
Saturday Morning
By the time I finish watering the garden, my head aches, my eyes are sore, and there's that irritation in the back of my throat again. It is a hasty watering. I look past the odd weed and ignore the pruning and thinning and general tidying up I should tend to. Just enough. That's become
Friday’s Fave Five – August 13
It’s been a week of fits and starts and uncertainty but here we are at the end of it, taking time to look back at some good things from the week that was with another Friday’s Fave Five post. Here we go. Gerry’s annual salmon fishing trip. We weren’t sure it was going to happen
And so it goes . . .
I tucked bean seeds in the ground where we harvested the garlic a few days ago. There’s still plenty of growing season ahead for a second crop. Meanwhile, I’m picking yellow, green, and purple beans from the first sowing. I tried something different by planting a mixture all together. I won’t do this again because
Renga
Last evening I did something I’ve never done before. I participated in a workshop with Canadian writer, Sally Ito, in which we collaborated to write a form of Japanese poetry called Renga. I was in a group with three other women, two from Manitoba and one from Alberta. A cross country collaboration! It took me
The Gift of a Writing Group
We’re gathering for our first writing group Zoom meeting this morning (we met once before to introduce ourselves and set group norms). I’m excited to hear the stories women have written for the prompt, PLACE. Writing group is a wonderful sanctuary where stories are shared and listened to, friendships are formed, and we find a
Teachers and Practice
I came across this photo I captured eight years ago of the bridge at Snoqualmie Falls in WA. I was just starting on my photography journey, and Gerry and I were taking classes at the Green River Community College. I don’t mind telling you I struggled in these classes—well, not so much in the classes
Conflicting Priorities
I’m behind by a couple of tutorials in the Jean Haines Watercolour School I signed up for. They’re interesting, and I’m chomping at the bit to dig in. I need to stake my tomatoes and tend to a handful of other things at the community garden. My desk is a mess. There are Story Circle Network