Beth Caldwell – The View From Here

I’m staring at a blank screen. My mind is empty and the clock is ticking. This scenario doesn’t happen to me very often when it’s time to write my column. It means my life is sailing along on with calm winds at my back and my slate is relatively clean. […]

My soul sister told me the other day over tea that she wants to “live in colour.” The desire was voiced after sharing her sadness about the recent death of a friend. We talked a long time about this, and we both had a compelling sense to fall into the […]

First of all, I am writing this with sea legs and if I didn’t feel the floor under my writing desk in my bedroom I would swear I was on the sailboat socking through the waves on Rainy Lake. It’s incredible how the human body continues to process motion some […]

Sailing has sparked a fresh start in so many ways for this gal, who is standing up and cheering because her ship has come in. I am happily involved as a budding member of the Rendezvous Yacht Club, and learning as much about life and myself as I am about […]

Sometimes I think I’m “all that” and I am! And then I do idiocy and dig my bicycle out of a two-year storage, plunk on a helmet made for a bigger brain, and pedal like the dickens (because I was going to be late) the 8.5 km to work. About […]

In general terms I do not like ants. They show up inside the house where they are not welcome, and on occasion there is the one ant that is so much bigger than I expect and it freaks me out. On the other hand, ants also fascinate me and I […]

Short, sweet, and to the point. That’s my goal as I write this at 4:30 a.m. on a Tuesday—paddling madly against the tide in the procrastination bay of time frames for my column. I’m not sure where the last week went. I lost track of it at “Hello” and then […]

In his book “Illusions,” Richard Bach penned, “You teach best what you most need to learn.” I write about a lot of life’s little quirks, home runs, jagged points, and ocean waves. I’m not sure I do this to teach anybody anything. In fact I write to help heal my […]

I have a photograph of my late grandmother, Florence Drennan, on the wall facing where I sit and write. The photo was taken in 1929. Grandma is 14 years old and one of eight young girls in wool cloche-style hats trying to be still for the photographer. Some of them […]

The news probably has been out there for a long time, but I just found that our ear lobes never stop growing. That’s just great—there goes one more part of my body headed south without my consent. Perhaps I could postpone the imminent downward droop with duct tape. Goodness knows […]

I don’t imagine a lot of 16-year-olds read my column. If my own daughters were still in that age group, I know for sure this writing space would be the last place they would cast their eyes because they’d be sure to find their haphazard and often dramatic ways cloaked […]

I love the month of June. In fact, aside from my birthday month of October, I think June takes the cake. I say that now while my lawn is still two days from another cut. Usually by the time I’m done mowing it, and because I have a big yard […]