I have the ’flu. It seems very single time I fly, I get sick, so I’d like to blame those people carrying germs with whom I was locked into the cabin of a Boeing 737 and those who followed me around in various airports for the 18 hours it took […]
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
Christmas is in the rearview mirror; just about out of sight now. Last week I was packing up and heading home from Vancouver—from a city that boasts about its moderate temperatures and claims winter doesn’t happen. I was seriously misled. The sidewalks were covered in thick ice, with ruts and […]
We were discussing good manners the other day, my daughters and me, and the conversation circled around the importance of learning to extend respectful kindness to those we encounter in a day. We have made it more of a challenge for our wee ones these days to whom we instruct, […]
The days leading up to the New Year can be considered the days of good intentions, but it seems I squeeze in as many poor eating choices as I can manage before the calendar turns over. At some point during the pre-holiday preparation I seem to give up. “Why fight […]
I was at a mall in Vancouver last week—a really big mall comprised of three levels; a shopping maze that even the brightest of us would struggle to find his/her way from. I’m fairly certain a GPS should be standard issue upon entrance to the mall. I wasn’t shopping, not […]
I am compelled to take photos of old abandoned houses. I can’t help myself. I used to have my camera in my car specifically for this purpose whenever I was behind the wheel. Now I have an iPhone that simplifies the process, though the quality of my photos may have […]
“I laughed so hard my water broke . . . and I’m not even pregnant.” A story goes with those words—words I recently found inside a card at a card shop, but not just any card shop. Let me explain. Le Tablier Blanc was a card shop on College Street […]
Do you know Yo-Yo Ma? He doesn’t call me at home to ask advice, nor do we meet for coffee to exchange stories, but I do consider Yo-Yo Ma my friend. I’m not sure he is aware of that fact but I don’t think he would mind me saying so. […]
I find myself travelling again. I was aboard a flight last week—doing my impression of a sardine. The man sitting next to me was typing on his laptop and his elbows were spilling over into my seat, though he tried to contain them. His legs are twice as long as […]
When I sleep, or rather when I try to sleep (“try” being the operative word in that testimony—a word that comes laced with the potential for failure), I tend to think and recall every wrong turn I’ve made. The morning comes with hope, positive thoughts; a sunny disposition. But at […]
I heard the expression on the radio recently that we “sanitize” the lives of our children. It’s true that memories of our own childhood sometimes get roughed up a bit with literary licence when we compare our stats with “kids today.” As the distance from our childhood lengthens, the difficulties […]
I got my hair cut last week. I’m well aware that this fact is of little or no importance to you but it got me thinking (as things tend to do). For instance, I always go to my appointments such as the doctor, the dentist, and the hairdresser armed with […]
