I have friends visiting from Dawson City, the kind of people you meet and feel instantly as if you have known them your whole life. So off we went the other day to Fishermen’s Cove on the Eastern Passage of Nova Scotia, a small historic village on the Atlantic Shore […]
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
The prime minister of New Zealand has just gone on maternity leave, and something about that warms and calms me. Jacinda Ardern, at age 37 the youngest female government head in the world, has a team in place who will help her do her job. But no doubt the time […]
When we are young, we think many “things” will be the answer to our pursuit of happiness. A new bike, our first car, cool glasses (though when I first started wearing glasses at age 13, there was not a single thing cool about them, no matter the colour or shape). […]
I have written about libraries a few times in my last 524 columns, 385 of which have been printed here. But who’s counting? I guess I am. Libraries are the past and the future, and everything in between. I was at the Kentville Public Library one morning last week, doing […]
I went a little crazy with my pre-gardening plans this year. I’ve started seeds and no longer have a spare room. That room now is a seedling nursery, with the bed and a table covered with little pots housing plants of every variety in excessive numbers. It’s a bit like […]
If you get the chance to escape the winter next season for a warm clime and Sunwing is in charge, I suggest you forego the opportunity. My daughter returned from a Sunwing Vacation some 15 days ago (while I am writing this) with her husband and two small children. Their […]
We often hear the advice from others as the calendar turns over at our birthday–marking another year having galloped into the great abyss, out of sight. “You’re not getting any younger.” Not exactly a revelation like the splitting of the atom or landing on the moon or the discovery of […]
My father called me Winnie Pooh when I was little, dropping the “the” so as not to be accused of violating copyright laws (I’m sure that was the reason). When I re-read the letters he wrote to me just before he died, letters I’ve read at least a hundred times, […]
Friendship is like a secret hide-out; the kind of place I imagined as a child to escape to from nightmares, to run away from disappointment–a place where I was completely perfect with all my flaws, some of them more noticeable than others. My height was a flaw when I was […]
Just the other day I was remembering Sunday drives from my childhood–the whole family piled into the car, only a brief argument about who got stuck in the middle. Me. The burden of being the youngest. Erma Bombeck said never have more children than you have car windows. She was […]
I was thinking of what it means to be part of a community–a community who has known you since you were little; when they saw you on the street and were surprised at how you’d changed, how you’d grown, how you can ride a bike, drive a car, get a […]
The world grew a little quieter on March 14, 2018 with the passing of Stephen Hawking. Not grounded in anything defendable, I somehow thought Stephen would live forever–the champion of a disease that held his body captive for 55 years but not his mind. “In my mind I am free,” […]
