In light of what is going on in the world, I have the distinct urge to crawl under the bed and live out my life oblivious to mass shootings, animal cruelty, voters who have forgotten the children, and governments that have misplaced their humanity. But if I am under the […]
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 give myself no credit for having any fashion sense, and I should qualify said confession with an I could not possibly care any less. I’ve had such a steady diet of jeans and sweatshirts that when I do emerge in a dress or other garment from that category, I […]
Spring is a great time of year; it may very well be the most expressive season. It’s certainly the most hopeful despite spring’s tardiness, besides its awakening of biting insects and crawling vermin that may very well desecrate the trees and their leaves. But for now, in this moment, Mother […]
I doubt very much if there is a mother on Earth who doesn’t think from time to time, if not regularly, that she could have done a better job at parenting. I know I wish I had done better. After spending time with my four daughters and celebrating the wonder […]
My family and I celebrated my mother’s life on May 17. Family and friends gathered together in one place—each of us taking our last steps with my mother; remembering her bright light, remembering her smile and her enthusiasm. I think the celebration of my mother’s life was perfect, as perfect […]
Everyone likes soup. Right? Well, not everyone, it turns out, but I’ll get to that later. Personally, I love a bowl of soup on a cold, rainy day—soup that gets into your cells and warms you up from the inside out. But not all soups. Oh my, no. There are […]
I protested almost a year ago, on May 25, 2013. And I plan to protest again this year. I had made my placards, laminated them in case of rain, and stood with more than 500 others clad in raincoats, holding umbrellas, or wrapped in plastic under the threatening sky. I […]
Mother’s Day is a day when I feel more like a daughter than a mother. This marks the first Mother’s Day without my own mother. Despite her not knowing me for more Mother’s Days than I care to count, it feels strange to know that remembering her this year will […]
I don’t have many vices, just a few really. Running shoes. Sweatshirts. Storage containers. To name a few. Not that many. I don’t smoke. I only pretend to drink, having a glass of wine every now and then. I don’t steal cars and go on joy rides, or sell them […]
I recently watched a video created by a Dutch father that captured his daughter’s first 14 years in slightly more than four minutes of continuous images of her developing face. The video appears on Facebook and has done the rounds, I would suspect. The idea is a fascinating one—one I […]
I am grateful for Darce Fardy. Is he an acquaintance of yours? A friend? If so, you are the better for it. Darce Fardy is a former CBC journalist. Let me rephrase that. I would declare that when we write, we write until we no longer can hold a pen, […]
I took my children to Marineland in Niagara Falls when Aimee and Samantha were little. We watched the orcas and the dolphins do their circus act, and we got wet when a huge wave washed over the aquarium wall. We laughed and were amazed by the romance of these intelligent […]
