Gordon Lightfoot’s name has been everywhere this past week, in media around the world, in that he left us on May 1, 2023. He was 84, and lived a full life with music from childhood until not long before his passing. I heard Gordon Lightfoot in concert in Thunder Bay […]
Wendi Stewart – Wendi with an ‘eye’
Wendi lives in Nova Scotia’s Annapolis Valley, but the farm on Rainy River in Crozier will always be her home. MEADOWLARK, her debut novel released September 15, is published by NeWest Press of Edmonton. She is the mother of four daughters who did the unforgivable: they grew up. http://wendistewart.writersresidence.com
My youngest just had a birthday. Sometimes I forget how old I am, like when I am deciding to climb a ladder to get on the roof to clean my skylights or when I decide to move furniture that weighs more than I do. The age of my youngest reminds […]
Paul Barton was born in Yorkshire, England, in 1961, studied at the London Royal Academy of Arts, was an extraordinary portrait painter, and became a concert pianist. You wouldn’t think so, but something was missing from his chosen career, and he didn’t know what. He travelled to Thailand in 1996 […]
I was reading Maria Popova, my favourite blogger, who recently quoted Kahlil Gibran from his poem Youth and Age in which he writes – “The unfolding of life does more than fray our bodies with entropy, it softens our spirit, blunting the edge of vanity and broadening the aperture of […]
I was listening to CBC Radio the other day, listening to the tale of the twenty-six letters that we now call our alphabet. The program was originally broadcast in 2007 and this was a re-broadcasting from And Sometimes Y with Russell Smith. The program was interesting for sure, with details […]
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March is packing her bags to depart as I sit at my desk today writing this. She is pushing in those last-minute items that try to sneak out of her suitcase, the cold wind that rises up and rushes to escape the confines of her luggage, ready to challenge the […]
My grandson and I write letters back and forth to each other. We write a series of letters in a book, which we then put in the mail. The book arrives after Canada Post has taken the longest possible route to deliver it. Like a game of tag, you’re it […]
I remember the voice of Walter Cronkite from the television, my dad in his green chair, his legs crossed leaving a triangle of space for me to snuggle into with the obligation of my silence while he watched the CBS Evening News. Mr. Cronkite delivered the evening news for nineteen […]
I am a fan of unexpected delight, the kind that makes me stop in my tracks, my mouth dropping open, my hand rushing to my chest to keep my heart from leaping out of it, and a laugh erupts, more than a giggle but not the extreme of a guffaw, […]
Gordon Pinsent has died. We weren’t friends, I realize, and maybe you weren’t friends with him either, but he felt like family. He would have been that uncle who snuck candy to us when we were little and let us stay up late when he was in charge and wasn’t […]
Maple syrup season is underway here in Nova Scotia. The pails are hanging in the trees, the taps are drilled and for the serious maple syrup producers, the lines of hose are strung through the forest like a web, all relying on gravity on their way to the sugar shack. […]
I have felt certain about very few things, if any, in my life, and I saw this conundrum of mine as a personality flaw, in that my uncertainty made me malleable and wishy-washy, incapable of having a firm opinion on any subject, none of which seemed like good traits to […]
