Wandering Away
Wandering Away As I press “publish” to send this blog post out into the ether, I’m packing my bags for my next adventure. I’m going home for a few weeks. … Continue reading Wandering Away
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Liberton Ladies
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..
Summer Sketches
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
Behind Bars
Listen, listen guys — I got to ride in a police car.
Communing with the flowers
In my garden, the poppies compete for attention with the peonies as spring turns to summer.
More than a Dress, More than a Day
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
Community of Choice
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
Typing
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….
An Illegal Immigrant
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
Such a winter’s day
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.
Rupert Hall
“And that’s when I discovered, by talking to our collection of friendly, new, and very welcoming, neighbours, that the name Rupert was indeed a priceless pillar in our community and would be well worth me getting to know.”
View from the Bench
Approaching a new year often invites reflection. Today, my thoughts turn to a trail I walked a lot this past year—the steady wander and short climb to Lac Brown lookout. … Continue reading View from the Bench
