Selling The Farm

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...
Some Wings and a Prayer

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...
The Good That You Do

The Good That You Do

It is easier to feel successful when you are making money. At least that is true for me. And, until the point last year when I quit my job to follow my spirit, I felt relatively successful. I still have most of the things I had then: good health, a lovely daughter, a...
Kindness of Strangers

Kindness of Strangers

I don’t think I am alone in feeling lost and hopeless, given the news lately. I am specifically speaking about the shootings in Paris. I am generally speaking about fear, hatred, isolation and intolerance. It’s easy to feel both foolish and incredibly naïve if you...