The relationship between hope and ashes

The relationship between hope and ashes

The world is a hot mess right now. I am not sure there is a better way to say that. Everything feels upside down and unbelievable. Pope Francis declared a jubilee year of hope; now he’s praying for a world praying for him in a hospital bed. And this week, in my...
Braving the depths of grief

Braving the depths of grief

Photo credit: Tom Cooledge Diefenbaker Lake is a deep section of the Saskatchewan River that cuts a T-shape through the south-central part of our province. In the summer, we swim and boat on this water, and we spend hours driving around it or waiting to be ferried...
The space and edges of freedom

The space and edges of freedom

January in Saskatchewan brings cold, clear days with hoar frost and ice crystals catching light in the air. I was driving with my son, teaching him about sun dogs, the refraction of light through ice that creates a halo around the sun, with two bright rainbows on...
The way that words give shape to my world…

The way that words give shape to my world…

I suppose it is not a surprise to say that a writer loves words. Thinks words are powerful and important. Spends minutes and hours thinking up just the right way to express feelings and ideas with words. I have written about the relationship between stories and seeing...
Soaking up vicarious joy…

Soaking up vicarious joy…

Summer hit our household with a few viruses, a hospital stay, and some serious attention to essentials. Sometimes, the seasons outside do not line up well with the seasons of our lives. So it goes. I’m mostly staying home. Resting a lot. Paying attention to some big...
Living from true(r) stories

Living from true(r) stories

Photo Credit: Sheena Grund People are curious and beautiful and mysterious. One of the things I love most about humans is our capacity to make meaning. It is endlessly fascinating to me that many people can be in the same room, experiencing the same objective reality...