It's been about a year since I went to emergency with my hockey playing concussed daughter. At the time, all that concerned me was her head, but I instinctively sat between her and the homeless man. Beside him, on the other side, was an old man and a middle-aged woman, his daughter I assumed. I… Continue reading Unlikely Saints
Sometimes I like to toy with the scammers on the phone. It’s an exercise in quick thinking, saying whatever comes into my head, messing with them until they hang up in an outraged huff. This time it was the Microsoft scam. You know, they call and say that they’re from Windows and they’ve detected errors… Continue reading The Gentle-Hearted Computer Scammer
I've finished the first scene of the last section of my new novel, unless, of course, there turns out to be more. That's the strangeness of writing the way I do. I always wanted to be the sort of writer who can sit down and plan it all out. But I'm not. Every time I've… Continue reading Part III
On New Year's Eve around midnight, my two girls and I stuck our heads out the window that's missing a screen so we could watch the fireworks, and then someone had the idea of taking pictures of the city from our window. This is my favourite. I think the curled pinkish blob is baby 2016.… Continue reading 2016 in Abstract
Day broke, a liquid egg:
And then this: a gift freely given every day. Clouds floating on a sky like water. Fire above, mysteries of home below.
I don't buy it Mr. Andersen. Maybe the mother duck was surprised, overwhelmed, or even envious, but the baby wasn't ugly, and she lied. We come into the world as beautiful cygnets. Every one of us.
Your job is to love. Everything else is your occupation.
Part of my project for 2014 is to pay attention to the day. Every morning I jot down in a notebook the time of sunrise and sunset, moonrise and moonset, the phase of the moon, and the weather, not the forecast, but the feel of the day: cold, windy, warming, drizzle or snow. The weather… Continue reading Sunrise on New Moon
I heard cardinals singing this morning. They know the days are getting longer.-- AOne minute longer than yesterday.
It's very cold but I'm grateful for the sun. Sending warm thoughts to everyone still waiting for power and to all those working so hard to restore it.
Mercifully we have power. So I can appreciate the beauty of this: That's the birch tree leaning over our back balcony. Across the street the limb of a tree fell down on a power line. A neighbour set up orange pylons around it. I pray for the trees.