George Bernard Shaw won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1925, so I grant him some clout when he puts his own twist on tardiness. He is credited with saying “better never than late.” That particular combination of words is my best ever mantra—and a code I live by. And […]
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
Friendship is a wonderful thing. Though I am stating the obvious, I feel compelled to reiterate the claim that friendship—my friendships to be specific—certainly are one of my most treasured and precious gifts. I recently had the great fortune of travelling to Newfoundland (my first trip) to attend Piper’s Frith, […]
I’m worried about bees. I love big fat bumblebees and bumble just happens to be one of my favourite words. I wasn’t always a fan, though. There was an incident when I was six involving my brother, a hornet’s nest, and a lit firecracker. I don’t recall much about the […]
I love the warm, sunny days of October. These kind of days feel like a delicious surprise; an oh, I forgot how lovely fall can be sort of day. October can come with a lot of rain and dark skies, so I can’t help but feel blessed when I hear […]
I am not a good cook. There, I’ve said it. I confess. At times I’m a reasonably fair cook; I can prepare meals that are somewhat tasty and usually edible. But every now and then, not often, I prepare a meal and absolutely knock it out of the park (it’s […]
It is raining outside. Hard. I guess it is a downpour. I like that rain has different names: cloudburst, sun shower, drizzle. Lots of words. I’m not a fan of torrential rain when it is cold, but when it is warm a downpour is a wonderful thing. It is like […]
I am missing my hometown today, the place where the stories and people include me. I am missing the geography that is sealed tight in my memory; the turns in the roads, the grade of the hills. I am missing the clickety-clack sound of the car going over the bridge […]
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way in which its animals are treated.” Gandhi said that, a very wise man who lived his life as an example of non-violence and justice. Those are words we all should live by. Justice and fairness […]
I recently started a new job. I have two 10-hour shifts under my belt; certainly enough hours to bring into question my sanity and the limited endurance of my arches. This is an entry-level position, paying minimum wage. Why, you ask? I had some notion that if I participated with […]
The wind was blowing in my office window last week, repeatedly chasing papers off my already disorganized desk. I was deep in “writing thought” and was annoyed at the intrusion. I would have shut the windows, but I’ve been so hot for what seems like the entire summer; the breeze […]
Have you flown a kite recently? I haven’t, not since I was 14 or 15. It was a kite I made myself, at that age when one starts to resist assistance and strike out on one’s own—outwardly certain and slightly over-confident. My father gave me some hints as to aerodynamic […]
Have you heard of Sophia Scholl? Or Traudl Junge? Films have been released, separately, on each of them—a creative depiction of the choices they made and the startling differences in their legacies. They were two young German women at the beginning of World War II, born in 1921 and 1920, […]
