The Moon of Winter Time
Translation is an act of hope. We believe that a story can leap between contexts and cultures and from one language into another. To […]
The Messy Table
Tatters and Crowns
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 […]
Isaiah, listening
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 […]
Construction
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. […]
Transparent
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 […]
Rainy Days and Beautiful Ceilings
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 […]
Climbing on the Bus
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 […]
Inside and Inside
The end of the Record jostles all sorts of things, smallest of which is my own blogging schedule. The Messy Table has been a […]
Bread and Trees
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. […]
Beside the Waters
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. […]
My Onion Heart
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 […]
Drawing Out Our Fear
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 […]
Shiny Pants and Dancing
This is how Canadians face down death, with shiny pants and dancing. #TheHip — Stacy King (@stacyking) August 21, 2016 On Saturday night, we stayed […]
Searching and Picking
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 […]
Passage
“Why read The Wind in the Willows when you can be Ratty or Mole?” Kathleen Winter My house is cluttered with books, and all […]
Word Search
Funny how long you can stare at something and then suddenly see something new.
Fire and Water
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.
Left me crying just thinking about it
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.