Translation is an act of hope. We believe that a story can leap between contexts and cultures and from one language into another. To […]
These flags hang in our church. You might consider them disrespectful, I suppose. Even disgraceful. They were once bright, of course, honoured reminders of military […]
I have spent too much time this week reading. There are too many hard stories to read. The American election did not turn out as […]
When we walked into church yesterday morning, we were surprised to see one of the great stone columns was encased in scaffolding and plastic sheeting. […]
It’s evening now and we’ve had the last of the trick-or-treaters. My own kids are safely home, tired, sugared and happy. They were worried […]
Yesterday was a rainy day – a kids-off-school, cold-and-drizzly, practically-grim-November rainy kind of day. None of us could really settle into anything. There was lots […]
Last week, Beangirl went to camp with her class. The Spouse dropped her off at school on Monday morning, then she climbed on the big […]
The end of the Record jostles all sorts of things, smallest of which is my own blogging schedule. The Messy Table has been a […]
Sometimes it is the stories that don’t quite fit. The off-balance ones and those that sit in-between. They catch our eye and hold our attention. […]
There is something about sitting by the water. It’s timeless and moving. Renewing and still. The paradox settles well with us. We’re creatures of water. […]
I often turn to the ArtWay website when I’m looking for something new, but this week, I found a poem there that made the familiar worth […]
It’s a quiet day around here. So much quieter than it’s been in a while. Plum started nursery last week so this is my […]
September started as always around here with cake and it will end, all being well, with dragon bread. Today was the first day of school, and […]
Plum will be starting nursery at the end of next week. At the beginning of the summer, we received a welcome package from the […]
This is how Canadians face down death, with shiny pants and dancing. #TheHip — Stacy King (@stacyking) August 21, 2016 On Saturday night, we stayed […]
When I sat down this morning, I planned to write about the Toronto Public Library, but sunshine got in the way. It’s been one of […]
“Why read The Wind in the Willows when you can be Ratty or Mole?” Kathleen Winter My house is cluttered with books, and all […]
Funny how long you can stare at something and then suddenly see something new.
Another weekend spent camping, so it is another Monday with the back yard full of drying gear and laundry on the line. This time, we were camping a little closer to home, and not far from the sea.
Last week at the school, one of the other mothers caught my eye. It was just before the gates opened and the parents crowded into the playground to pick up their kids at the end of the school day.