I don’t know what to write about today. Okay, yes, maybe I do, although I’m not really sure which emotion to feed. Okay, yes, I do. I need to feed them both. I am content and melancholy, happy and yet somewhat sorrow-filled, mostly healed and yet reminded in a New […]
Beth Caldwell – The View From Here
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I finished my gift shopping two days before Christmas and on the evening of Dec. 23, I wrapped presents like the dickens. At 9 a.m. on Christmas Eve, I started my holiday baking. But despite my best efforts, only my world-famous butter tarts and homemade chocolate truffles rolled off the […]
“What if I choose not to believe?” It’s a line from one of my favourite movies of the holiday season, “The Santa Clause.” I’ve always believed in the power of mystery and magic, and the older I get, the more I understand that my attitude towards everything really is everything. […]
One minute I was having the best of dreams and the next, my eyelids dragged themselves up off my eyeballs to reveal the night—black as the inside of a cow. I looked at the clock. It was 2:30 a.m. The soft jingle of a Christmas bell rolling across the floor […]
At the end of my fingertips, every day, there is a story. I see, I feel, I think, I write. I could take the next 500 words to expound on what I feel about the media’s obsession with terrorism. I could take the next 510 words to paint a picture […]
Today (Dec. 2) marks two months since my sailboat was pulled off the lake for the winter. It seems like a lifetime ago that I was on the water with that little blue-hulled beauty, yet memories of sailing her across the bay to meet up with friends at a favourite […]
No word of a lie, it was indeed an interesting week. I’m now on a doggie hiatus, having been relieved of my duties by “Mr. P,” who returned from the north just in time to save me from “Little Miss Goes Berserk.” And as “Pepe” and “Bear” piled into my […]
I’m baby-sitting my boyfriend’s two dogs this week while he is working in northern Manitoba. “The boys” and I are on a learning curve—and I’m aghast to admit that I am the student and not the teacher (at least not yet). “Pepe” is a short off-white (needs a bath) wire-haired […]
I believe ice cream has magical properties and, when scooped into a pretty glass dish in big round spoonfuls, and topped with homemade caramel sauce and savoured ever so slowly, moves me to write. Despite the fact that my core temperature has plummeted from eating more than my share of […]
I was sitting at the kitchen table one night earlier this week—one hand holding up my head while the other made circles with a spoon in my homemade turkey vegetable soup. I make a mean turkey vegetable soup. It’s a powerful medicinal bastion that can kill a virus just by […]
Twenty pieces of underwear, all my socks (each divorced from its mate), multiple pairs of pantyhose of tortuous sizes, and all the trinket junk that covered the bottom of my panties’ drawer were flung around my bedroom such that a tornado couldn’t have left a bigger mess than I did […]
A few nights ago, in the midst of writer’s block, I pulled two books from the bookcase on “things to write about.” I opened a section and read the first thing I saw. “You’ve long suspected that your best friend is a CIA operative. Now your child is in danger […]
