A winter prairie morning sun, smoothing the blush of first light, has a purifying radiance that chills and freezes. It performs the same task as the burning coals of a smelting fire, or the salty brine of an equatorial coast. It refines all that it touches, preserves and separates all that is essential in the..
Taking time to pause during these challenging days when travel is restricted, I am fortunate to live in a province that combines great and vast prairies with the imposing Rocky Mountains. I have been working on the editing of my second novel, What We May Be. From What We May Be: Bettina and I had..
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Spring arrives late in a northern city. My mother always said one couldn’t plant before the Victoria Day Weekend…the third weekend of May. I miss the wonderful springtime in Bavaria, which lingers between the thick-laden snows and the delicate summer alpine meadows. But it has come at last to my part of the world, and..
Near the end of WWII, when the world was going through a shock of another kind, Charles de Koninck wrote: A society composed of individual persons who esteem their private good above the common good, or who confuse the common good with the private good of each conceived as a sort of singular thing, as..
We’re all waiting for something… for life to start happening or stop hurting; for spring to arrive (well, at least in Edmonton!); for the unexpected to bring a smile; a friend to make a call; or a child to sing. The world seems to have slowed in the age of pandemic: some have lost their..
Blue Monday is today… the “bluest” day of the year. To combat it, I’ve looked up an old friend… Dick Francis and his murder-mysteries. I’m curling up today and reading Odds Against. Slipping into another world from that of the slate-skied, deep winter prairies. Only wish I had a fireplace!
We had “ice fog” this week in Edmonton, a fog that arises when it is so cold the humidity in the air freezes and the world is dressed in shadow. Amazing. Ice crystals dancing in the air: ” When a prairie winter hits its stride, the vapour in the air freezes and the empty spaces..
I recently sat down with Hannah and Owen, who had agreed two years ago to read an early version of the manuscript for Ivan the Giant. At that time, I needed a pair of “younger eyes” to gain a better perspective on my draft.. and maybe inject some new enthusiasm too! They were a big..
By the time I was eleven, like Ivan, I had lived in Melfort (where’s that!?), St. Albert (where’s that?), Montreal (OK), Calgary (again, OK) and Kamloops (?), and we were just preparing to move to Saskatoon. It was confusing even to me, but it was my normal. Maybe this is why I write about friends, because we kept moving away from friends when I was young.
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