Wood ticks are on my list of does the world really need these things. Also on this list are tent caterpillars, tomato hornbeams, the little green caterpillars that flourish in my organic broccoli (choosing only to come out when boiled and the broccoli placed on my plate), and people who […]
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’ve become a bird-watcher, although there should be a category of bird-watchers that are merely referred to as bird-lookers. I consider bird-watchers to be a dedicated, informed group who know their “stuff”—who can spot a Cerulean Warbler from 100 feet and then recite that particular bird’s habitat, diet, and shoe-size. […]
I recently spent time in an airport, waiting—my least favourite thing to do. I gathered with a crowd of passengers waiting to be herded on to the plane and squeezed in like cattle at the stock yards; bags loaded with every article of clothing they own and can’t risk losing, […]
I was thinking of Susan Griffiths the other day when “Gracie” and I were walking in the early morning. The air was fresh and fragrant after a heavy frost, and the morning sun hadn’t had a chance to do its magic, so everything in the shadows was still white with […]
I’m going to be a grandmother. Just saying it out loud makes me giggle with embarrassment as though everyone will know that I am a fraud. I can’t possibly be a grandmother; I’m not wise and patient, scary things happen in my kitchen, not a single doily is in my […]
I love libraries. I love the philosophy of them; the invisible sign above the door that everyone can see—the sign that says, “You are welcome. You belong here. This is your library.” A library often is the first place people visit when they move or are visiting a community. Unlike […]
I have to wonder about pets and the soundness of owning said creatures. Where do I begin in my account of the state of my sanity that is worn frighteningly thin? Let’s begin with Stinky. Stinky is a cat. He watches the birds out the front window while he dreams […]
I’ve never called myself a feminist, though I’m certainly fierce about the rights of women and I cringe with outrage, disgust, and horror at the plight and reality for many women on this planet. I have taken for granted the dedicated efforts of those women who brought about change in […]
I saw yellow rain boots on a young woman the other day; yellow rain boots on a snowy, cold March day. Yellow rain boots—the only bit of colour in the dull, dreary days of pre-spring when our whole bodies seem to be aching for sunshine and grass under our feet […]
“There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly.” Buckminster Fuller said that. What a great name. Buckminster. He, if you don’t know or remember, was an American architect who created the geodesic dome design. He was a prolific writer, designer, inventor. In a […]
I love watching curling on television. Always have, so you can’t blame it on my age. My daughters groan when I tune in to curling and they roll their eyes as if I’ve just made the lamest confession of all time; as if I showed up at their workplace with […]
Are you feeling winter-weary? If so, then you need your inner child recharged and I can’t think of a better way to breathe life into your sagging soul than attending an Al Simmons concert. If you are as poorly-informed as me, then undoubtedly you will pull your eyebrows together and […]
