I know it is a common complaint of mine, a regular sort of whining if you prefer, about air travel. So here I go again, a warning if you wish to turn the page. On this particular trip there was the usual cattle-herding, the cramped quarters, my knees up against […]
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 was walking my usual walk the other day after a Nor’easter had blown through, its wind stripping the brilliant-coloured leaves from the branches, toppling trees that Hurricane Dorian had loosened and I came upon a small nest lying upright in the middle of my path. Gracie sniffed at it […]
There is an artistic beauty in mathematics that both calms my soul and feeds my enthusiasm. I don’t often share my opinion on the subject of mathematics with those around me, because my words are often met with harsh contrariness. I love mathematics, truly love it, and I cannot remember […]
I remember when Hallowe’en was a big deal, before I worried about my teeth or my children’s teeth, before I was aware of the not-so-nice people who tampered with candy to do harm. When I was growing up, our costumes were usually created from something we found around the house, […]
I don’t think I have ever had a ride in a convertible. Don’t worry, it’s not on my list of regrets nor is it on my bucket list. Technically, I sat on the back of the backseat of a convertible at the Emo Fair when I was 14. I somehow […]
I haven’t always known myself very well. For some of us, it takes a lifetime to figure out the intricacies of who we are, but for many years I have known I cannot listen to call-in radio programs. I’ve tried, many times, especially where I might garner some various perspectives […]
I had an argument with myself today. I must confess it got a little heated and some bad language was hurled about and some shouting. Shouting never does anyone any good. I’m not a fan of shouting, but sometimes the situation can’t seem to avoid it and shouting just happens, […]
My dear friend, Ken Hampton, has gone ahead. That’s how I like to think of it, as though he is breaking trail, lighting the way for those of us who remain behind. I had the great fortune of sharing elementary school with Ken and even better we shared the same […]
Do you remember Woody Woodpecker? He came to life in 1940, created by Walter Lantz and his studio after a sleepless night in the California woods on his honeymoon where a woodpecker insisted on hammering away on the cabin’s roof for most of the night. The next night a heavy […]
Hurricane Dorian has come and gone, one of those uninvited guests that you are glad to see the last of, but there is always a lesson to be learned while he is here. Ample warning was given by Environment Canada and the Nova Scotia Weather Service, but readiness has never […]
Dear Mr. Douglass: It was Maryland. Not Maryland now, but Maryland in 1824, though more often than not it feels the same, the lessons of two hundred years easily forgotten. You had blood that blended well, of Native American they call it in Maryland, and African, neither white, never white […]
The butter in the butter dish was hard this morning, which can only mean one thing: it is September. And every year at this time I throw up my hands and cry out, “How did this happen?” Then I remind myself of all the good things that come with September […]
