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Tag Archives: hopeful
Everyday Words
I grew up in a middle-class neighbourhood in west Edmonton. Our split-level house, painted white with black trim, gleamed when the sparkly glass bits embedded in the stucco reflected our bright Albertan sun. The house carried all the same characteristics of those in my … Continue reading
The Form and Function of Compassion
There are certain books out there that haunt you. I’ve had my share. The plots of Those Who Save Us (Jenna Blum) and The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver) threaded my dreams long after I read them. But non-fiction books somehow … Continue reading
True
when wishes are spoiled and hopes disfigured, I ask is there a lesson yet unlearned? did I miss Karma’s cue? but in the darkness I am reminded I mapped my own course true to the North of my compass and … Continue reading
one and the same
I can breathe again. For the last six weeks, I’ve been suffering from a flu virus that alternately bestowed symptoms of coughing, low grade fever, stuffed sinuses, (repeat, repeat, repeat, etc.). At first, I thought I was suffering from burnout. … Continue reading
the city speaks
Sometimes, I see glimpses of the Edmonton I grew up in … and I feel hopeful check out this testament to the quirky city that still may lie buried under the oilsands … (here too for more recent additions)