I’m no good at sports. I hate to run, can barely skate and might hit a ball once in awhile, but only if my five-year-old is pitching. When the kids lined up on the schoolyard to pick sides, I was…Read More→
It’s been four years since I decided to tear down my kitchen wallpaper. It’s white, with tiny blue dots, and big pink and brown flowers. I can’t stand it. But over the years it’s disappeared under a dazzling array of…Read More→
Communication is not easy. Just ask any immigrant. English is a befuddling language even to those of us who should know it best. Their, there, they’re, to, too, two? It’s like a Dr. Seuss book gone bad sometimes. It’s so…Read More→
Back when my family and I lived in the southern Manitoba countryside, we’d know that winter was coming to an end when the crows could be heard outside. They’d return to their favourite old hydro pole every spring to repeat…Read More→