In, around and beyond our village
On Liberton Brae, it is safe to say, there was really no sense of community, no common ground, no place to gather. The root of the problem was that there was no place to really meet anyone who lived in this grey housing mass. There was just nowhere to stop and chat, except maybe at the bus stop..
On Liberton Brae, it is safe to say, there was really no sense of community, no common ground, no place to gather. The root of the problem was that there was no place to really meet anyone who lived in this grey housing mass. There was just nowhere to stop and chat, except maybe at the bus stop..
By Kaya Hipwell On Friday, August 21st, I returned home from 5 days of paddling and camping on the Poisson Blanc reservoir in the Laurentides region of Quebec, on a … Continue reading An Expedition and an Experience
Goldenrod has blanketed the front field, a sure sign that it is August. The trees along the fenceline have gotten so big that only the peaks of the hills on … Continue reading Summer Sketches
By Paula Halpin I’m a nervous flyer. The white-knuckle kind. Scared to loosen my seat belt during the flight. Reluctant to walk around the cabin to avoid blood clots. Squeezing … Continue reading Cleared for take-off
Listen, listen guys — I got to ride in a police car.
In my garden, the poppies compete for attention with the peonies as spring turns to summer.
For Kaya By Kimberly-Anne Ford On my daughter’s first day of grade seven at Hadley Junior High School, I found a yogurt container, cut a slit in the top and … Continue reading More than a Dress, More than a Day
by Pearl Pirie People I talk with have been around Wakefield for generations, or decades, and I’m just coming up on a decade of stomping these hills, although technically my … Continue reading Community of Choice
I invite you to close your eyes for a moment and to imagine a young naïve woman sitting in a derelict shed, looking out of a glass deprived window frame. She is facing a huge ancient typewriter that sits on a wobbly old school desk….
The 1980s were a turbulent decade for Poles living under the yoke of General Wojciech Jaruzelski and the communist Polish People’s Republic (PRL). By 1987, the regime was struggling with a severe … Continue reading An Illegal Immigrant
by Paula Halpin It’s a glorious morning in March. I’m nursing a warm cappuccino as I gaze idly out my dining room window searching for early signs of spring. Nothing … Continue reading Look what I made, Mom
When people complain about the length of the winter, I tell them that, personally, as an immigrant to Canada in my late thirties, I simply haven’t had enough winter in my life.
