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 […]
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
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,” […]
I remember Saturday morning cartoons with great fondness. I know we “older generation” types can be nostalgic fools, none more so than me, and our traditions and habits tend to outshine those of the generations following when we set about engaging in comparison duels and usually, not always but often, […]
There are days, many days, when I feel afraid; where my breath comes in gasps at times and my stomach confirms my fear. There are many things to be afraid of on a national level and an international level, and even within our own communities where, for example, racism still […]
It was a full moon on March 1 as I was writing this. There also will be a “blue moon” in March this year, meaning a second full moon in a calendar month. My mother used to sing a song to Aimee, my eldest daughter, when she was little. My […]
I was a farmer once upon a time and I am one still–in my heart where it counts. I’m still running the grain crusher while I am barely big enough to pour the barley into the hopper, dragging the five-gallon pail of crushed grain to the trough where feeder steers […]
It’s the time of year here in Nova Scotia when we all start to complain about the state of our roads. Truth be told, we complain about roads all year long, but it is a heightened complaint now–bordering on rage and hysteria. It’s what we do. Holes appear in the […]
