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...
To the Single Mom at Christmas

To the Single Mom at Christmas

You are enough. You have enough. You do enough. This can feel like the ultimate Noah’s Arc time – two by two couples march through the season, decking the halls and checking lists twice, conspiring over boozy eggnog for the perfect gifts for their kids. It’s a...
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,...
Evolving Tradition

Evolving Tradition

There is an interesting mix of contradiction this time of the year: light and dark, new and old, anticipation and reflection. There’s excitement of course: sleeping in, great food, good friends, familiarity. It’s an opportunity to celebrate traditions that go back...
Away. And A Manger.

Away. And A Manger.

Autumn is a great time to get behind the wheel and just drive. I don’t know where you live, but here, roads are generally straight lines, the occasional hill, and lots of yellows and browns against the most gorgeous clear blue sky. Prairie skies. If you haven’t seen...