A gaggle of young men were playing catch across the road from me on the Labour Day weekend, complete with baseball gloves and an official MLB ball, undoubtedly signed by some contemporary hot shot pitcher like Justin Verlander or Clayton Kershaw. I would have preferred a Roy Halliday signature or […]
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 love September. It was a love affair that had a rocky start. September had to grow on me. September used to be the force that took my children from me, a force who insisted on schedules and rules and timeliness, of having four heads of long hair brushed in […]
The Bluenose II is currently docked on the Lunenburg wharf on Nova Scotia’s south shore. I like to think she dreams, while gazing out to the Atlantic, of racing with the same prowess as her predecessor in whose likeness she was created. Visitors are allowed to stroll her open decks […]
I had to call Bell the other day. It’s one of my least favourite things to do. Second only to calling the bank, though they are neck and neck. I realize I’m not alone in my disdain for the corporate giant who enjoys a monopoly in many parts of the […]
I would imagine that most people who engage in fishing for the love of water and nature feel a moment of awe when reeling their catch in, taking in the beauty and perfection of each fish they catch. How could you not. My daughter and I were off on a […]
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I recently watched a documentary about the creation of Disney’s Atlantis: The Lost Empire, which was released in 2001. The documentary film is not new, but I stumbled upon it quite by accident. The narrator spoke of an approach to production that Walt Disney himself created called plussing. The word […]
I don’t do well with goodbyes. It has never been my strong suit. “See you next time” has never been much of a comfort, though goodbyes are an inevitable part of living. My fun-packed “company’s coming” extravaganza was always going to end with a goodbye; there was no way around […]
Company is coming. I feel a bit like Paul Revere and his midnight ride, galloping through the streets, warning of the pending arrival of the British. Though he is attributed to shouting his warning, it was actually a far more clandestine approach of alertness, but I digress. A slice of […]
I take comfort in being Canadian, not because we don’t have a dark past, not because we don’t often get lost in our effort to do the right thing, but because of our collective trying to do better, to get it right. And what I really cling to in days […]
Have you ever noticed how easy it is to spot the habits of others, annoying or otherwise, the go-to patterns of speech, the walk, the gestures? Looking in the mirror to identify our own habits is not quite as simple. I remember from Sunday School a thousand years ago, the […]
I think we are tempted, at times, to measure the value of our life by our big moment experiences. We read about those who climb Mount Everest or run a marathon or swim the English Channel or … Maybe our life seems pale and watered down in comparison, as though […]
Our country is in mourning. We are mourning for the past several weeks what indigenous people have been mourning for generations. Over and over indigenous people have told us their children were buried in unmarked graves at the sites of residential schools. These were not schools. They did not provide […]
