Going

Going

10/3/97) KYTYK _ Annie, 88 years. Grandmother, mother, sister, wise woman. Born Annie Peidwerbeski near Borden, Saskatchewan a lifetime ago, she grew up poor on the prairies. The eldest of many children, Annie left school at an early age to support her family and...
Blooming

Blooming

Up early again this morning, early as in never slept early; it’s 3:11 a.m. I tap the nanny cam app on my phone and watch as she sleeps, as always, snoring slightly. Unstoppable, inevitable, ancient and always. The wheel is turning, whether I want it to or not....
The Truth at Seventeen

The Truth at Seventeen

The thrift store find last month: six vintage Seventeen Magazines from 1974. Right now, they are eating up a substantial chunk of desk space, large format, full colour editorial and advertisements; timeless teen content that predates the internet by a generation. The...
A Walk in the Park

A Walk in the Park

This morning was one of those glorious fall mornings: beautiful full frame sunrise, crisp clean air, the changing landscape of an ever kinetic autumn. (Today’s trees won’t look the same tomorrow). In short, it was a day that shouted, “let’s get going people.” And yet...
Imaginary Ages

Imaginary Ages

My Mom feels 36 and is shocked every time she looks in the mirror and sees an old woman. Coincidentally, my imaginary age is also 36. While I don’t see an 87-year-old gramma, I do see wrinkles and renegade hairs. (That is, when I put on my glasses). Time marches on,...
That and Ten Cents

That and Ten Cents

There’s a dime on my desk, sitting on the book proposal I’ve been struggling to finish. I asked my daughter, who was working at my desk last night, if she had put it there. “No”, looking at me in that special way only a 14-year-old can. A look that says, “Hey crazy...