One winter, a number of years ago, my parents encountered a snow squall as they were driving home from my sister’s place. Squalls weren’t uncommon at that time of year and the particular stretch of highway they were travelling was notoriously bad.Read More
Living with someone – in any sort of configuration – is all about the art of negotiation. As in, I won’t complain about having to occupy 1/8th of the couch while you lay sprawled across it if you pretend not to notice the bag of church bazaar purchases I’ve hidden in the garage. But some things, I’ve come to learn, are beyond negotiation. For example, a Whitney Houston 2013 calendar.Read More
Most churches have holiday bazaars on Saturday mornings throughout November. I make a point of visiting as many as possible. This is because I do a feature called Bazaar-o-Rama on my recipe blog, Caker Cooking, but also because church bazaars make me happy like few other things in this world.Read More
Writers often circle around the same themes in their writing. I think of this circling as a kind of creative hiccup. You get stuck on an idea or storyline or character even though you’re not always sure why. For me, it’s a compulsion to return to familiar material again and again, perhaps with the hope that, the more I write about it, the closer I’ll get to reconciliation.Read More
When my grandmother moved from her home into a senior residence in Saskatoon, my dad went to help the family clear out her house. At one point, my aunt noticed he wasn’t keeping any mementos for himself and she asked him why.
“It’s all up here,” he replied, pointing to his head.Read More