I have never been much of a participant in the making of resolutions for a new year. December 31st has often carried the sense of an ending for me rather than a new beginning. This year the chatter has been of not bothering to make a list of goals but […]
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
I find myself whispering the words remember when during these dwindling days of December and every story is from Christmas moments of my childhood and of my children’s childhood. The stories warm me, melt the worrying, calm the anxiety, and quiet the longing. Memories are a bit like building a […]
I, along with many others these days, feel the burden of righting this ship we find ourselves on before we are completely blown off course. This time of year, during Advent or wherever our faith lies, we search for hope, we ache for peace, we yearn for joy, and we […]
I ran away from home when I was eight. I am not sure of the reasons now, but undoubtedly, I felt hard done by, felt the weight of life’s injustice on my young shoulders. My siblings’ ice cream serving may have been larger than mine or I was sent to […]
I have been listening to the podcasts of Connie Walker for some time now. Connie is a Cree journalist from Okanese First Nation, east of Regina. She began her investigative journalism career with CBC News as a reporter, producer, and a correspondent. In 2016, CBC published her investigative podcast entitled […]
Something is afoot. I received an email from my doctor’s office advising all patients that a policy of zero tolerance was in place regarding rude, abusive, and violent behaviour of patients towards office staff and medical practitioners. The language in the email was specific and left no room for misunderstanding. […]
Not far from where I live is a UNESCO site at Grand Pré near the Bay of Fundy. The site represents the archaeological remains of an Acadian settlement, granted World Heritage Site status in 2012. British soldiers forced Acadians from their communities, burning their homes and crops. Acadians had lived […]
I wear a poppy. Most of us do. I imagine a place where all poppies and their pins end up. I can’t seem to keep one in its place on my jacket for more than an hour before I notice its absence. I never witness the fall. I don’t retrace […]
I sometimes think we are of the mindset that previous generations solved everything, and it should be clear sailing for us, as though all the hard parts are behind us. We are annoyed when we are confronted with pandemics that limit our movement and freedom. “How did this happen,” we […]
I knit. This time of year, I knit mittens. Just because I knit doesn’t qualify me as a knitter, any more than painting a ceiling makes me Michelangelo. But I try. I am knitting from Saltwater Classics, patterns from the “Island of Newfoundland”, says the cover of the book. Some […]
M.C. Escher wrote, in the year of my birth, his words maybe meant for me specifically, or maybe not, but wise words for us all to live by. “A person who is lucidly aware of the miracles that surround him, who has learned to bear up under the loneliness, has […]
The second annual National Truth and Reconciliation Day has passed – September 30th. It was a single day, though every day qualifies, to honour lost children and survivors of residential schools. Events and gatherings were organized in many locales. The simplest way to honour, to share, to show support was […]
