Selling The Farm
My mother grew up on a farm near Borden, Saskatchewan. Born the April before the stock market crash of 1929, she was steeped in uncertainty and lack. The farm she lived on until she was a teenager had been in the family since 1906, when her grandfather and his brother...
Discounted
It happened almost 20 years ago at the gas station. I filled up my car (back then a sporty little tourmaline coloured Sunfire) and went to the kiosk to pay. The boy-man attendant handed me my change, looked up and said, “thanks Ma’am, have a great day.” Wham, Bam! You...
Peak Performance
It’s been a year this month that I left my job. One revolution of the earth around the sun, endless summer giving way to seemingly endless winter. And now, spring and another season of beginnings. I had hoped that, at the end of this year of change, I would emerge...
Some Wings and a Prayer
This week a freelance project randomly took me to my old elementary school! And, as my daughter would say, I am not even joking. Out of all the schools in all the cities… It smelled the same; Pine Sol and pencil sharpenings, wet boots and forced air. And most...