July 17, 2019


They are nearly done, these frilly, pink, fragrant peonies that I wait for with breathless anticipation each spring...


“This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers

and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,

boring their deep and m...

July 12, 2019

Is there anything lovelier than the heady scent that wafts from an extravagant bowl of peonies?

Our cool, cloudy weather has allowed me to fill my house with peonies for the last few weeks.

I snuggle into my chair with hot tea, homemade sugar cookies and peonies everywhere I look....


October 24, 2018

Have you ever eaten something so delicious, so indescribable, that you remember it for years afterwards?

It's no secret that I love food. I'm a bit of a picky eater mind you, but that doesn't stop me from searching out new and interesting places to eat.

The first year of our marriage I was pregnant with Crystal and taking an after hours class for an early childhood education certif...

October 17, 2018

You might not know this about Henry but he's a pretty creative guy. As his retirement day approached, he got the idea to leave a little memento with the people he's worked with over the years. It turns out that 30+ years in the carpet industry means you've gotten to know a lot of people . . . 130 to be exact!

He started looking around for something to give that wouldn't...

February 22, 2018

Learning to tell the kinds of stories I want to hear.

February 13, 2018

It's the depths of winter here on the Canadian prairies. Lots of snow and bone chilling cold temps. January and February are often bluish months for me

February 8, 2018

Reminiscing as I looked through old pictures of our sweet Jada.

January 18, 2018

There are days when I wish I hadn't encouraged my kids to express themselves quite so freely . . .

January 16, 2018

Looking down I saw a woman at the foot of the stairs. And my black glove on the floor. "Oh, did I drop my glove?" I asked, about to thank her. She leaned over to pick it up. "It dropped out of your pant leg . . . I didn't know where you were going . . ." She looked me in the eye, "I HAD to stop you . . .".  As I reached out to take my glove fr...

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