Where the Heart Is

Where the Heart Is

Sweet anticipation perfumes the air today, my daughter is coming home. I’ve stocked the fridge with her favourite things, her sheets are clean, her room is tidy. It’s this moment of tender expectation—her arrival, our reunion—that brings me such pleasure. I want to...
What is it Good For?

What is it Good For?

Outside the Russian embassy, across the street from where my only child lives, mayhem. Over two hundred protestors, red paint and anger, demands and outrage. Outside the Russian embassy in this Canadian city, outside the Russian embassies in all Canadian cities, and...
Resolving Doors

Resolving Doors

The chickadees peep relentlessly, a reminder to put out more birdseed. It’s been a hard cold fortnight, how they have managed to survive is a wonder. How our ancestors survived long prairie winters is a wonder. It’s warmer now, only -15 and I imagine going for a quick...
Unfinished Business

Unfinished Business

I’m writing this on a blustery morning, the springtime sun is obscured by cloud. This past weekend, with the help of my friend the Plant Whisperer Audrey, I finished the garden. We dug new soil and compost, peat, and worm castings into the earth; planted the last of...
Moment by Moment

Moment by Moment

Hi. Are you okay? The world is changing so quickly, and yet time has slowed right down. A day seems like a week and a week, a month. All we have is this moment, now brought sharply into focus. Which, of course, is all we have ever really had. This moment: Over in the...