I see the faces, or rather the eyes behind the masks of people on the street and in the grocery store. Those are my only interactions with the world these days and though limited, those eyes tell the story of our collective sense of being. We are weary. Not every […]
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 think of “beauty” this time of year. I think of the calm and quiet, of the dark, of snow banked against the house, the windows covered with frosty lace, and how as a child I would quietly and carefully move away the parcels from under the Christmas tree to […]
I got into a bit of a tussle the other day, a heated argument you might say. I must confess, some of the language wasn’t stellar. As the argument continued, neither side was ready to concede so we arrived at a kind of stalemate and I’m not sure who won, […]
Mostly sunny days here these past few weeks has resulted in Christmas decorations magically appearing on more and more houses. It seems we are fair-weather decorators here in the East. I, too, was late with my ladder and lights, but I’m not sure it was the weather that held me […]
I paused in the grocery store parking lot the other day, to assist an older woman wrestling with her cane and grocery cart. After she was settled into her car, she explained about her misbehaving hip and the pain from it. She dropped her head and whispered four words. I […]
By now, many of you will have heard of Ted Lasso, the Emmy-winning series available exclusively on Apple’s streaming service. The program is the creative vision of Jason Sudeikis with a host of clever writers. I am a member of the ranks of grateful viewers. The show soothes and calms […]
I am reading Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. Dillard’s memoir won the Pulitzer Prize for General Non-Fiction in 1975 so I assume her writing is wise, and I might learn from it. The book conveys her thoughts on “solitude, writing, and religion” and has been categorized as a study […]
I, and my comrades, are reaching an age when those individuals we looked up to in life, those who lit our path, are departing this world. It is an inevitable place we find ourselves in but one that never comes with ease, without a silent plea that it might be […]
By Wendi Stewart I know every nick and mark on my bedroom ceiling. I know how many pine boards span its width. I have some idea of the spiders who go about their business above me from time to time, weaving their magic in silence. Why, you might ask, why […]
I am in Vancouver, a city too big to be enticing, too busy to be encouraging, in “too big a’ hurry” to be welcoming. I don’t belong here, but my daughter does. This is home to her. I live in a place that by the time the snow flies I […]
My washing machine “died” a few weeks ago, abandoned me, left me in the lurch. It was only nine years old but at the end of its “expected” life, or so the repair person informed me, with hand over heart and a solemn gaze. We bowed our heads and muttered […]
I often lie awake at night and dream of the Rainy River. I can feel her coolness on my childhood feet, breathe in her earthy smell. I remember her haste as she pulled at my legs, urging me to come along with her. Many poets have referred to the river […]
