We own farmland near Andrew. Our land has a gravel pit and a huge spring-fed dugout. Hopefully we’ll soon also have a gas well-site. At the entrance to this area is a No Trespassing sign. Written in English — the first language of most people in the area. Imagine my fury when for the second… Read more »
Have you listened to your body lately? No, I mean really listened. I find the older I get, the more interesting, albeit disconcerting, a process this is. Most of us are living in over-drive. Anaesthetized by food, drink, work. Overlooking the body’s early warning system. Oblivious to the whispered hints. Maybe not even getting the… Read more »
Dining alone is a character building exercise — particularly for a woman. Not so much at Wendy’s, where I absolutely adore the Mandarin Chicken Salad, or at the Kingsway Garden Mall food court, where the hustle and bustle and noise level can drive you batty. I mean some classy joint. Like the Pradera Café and… Read more »
Have you done a self-assessment lately? And I don’t mean the playing and re-playing of the worst dialogue your internal critic can dish out. I mean taking the time and thought to inventory your skills, your gifts, your finest qualities? What is it exactly that you excel at? Are you a successful breeder of fine… Read more »
Last July 11th my baby girl turned 16. By early afternoon we had driven to Gibbons to find a driver examiner doing road tests. By mid afternoon Hilary was legit. A newly licensed young driver. We haven’t seen her since. Like me, Hilary is crazy about driving and all it symbolizes. Couldn’t get her learner’s… Read more »
Like most women, I have a large collection of cookbooks in my kitchen. I’ve got the requisite Company’s Coming series, the 4-H 2 volume set, the school’s millennium project cookbook, assorted Weight Watchers cookbooks and more. Heck, I’ve got David Poulsen’s “Cowboy’s Country Cookbook”. Autographed. I’ve got leaflets, booklets, photo copies. I’ve got shared recipes… Read more »
Lately I’ve been thinking about marriage. Not surprising, really. The media attention and public furore over the possibility, no likelihood, of same sex marriages keeps the issue front and centre with sound bytes, interviews, theatrics and predictions of hellfire and damnation. Much closer to home I’m contemplating our 30th anniversary. When I was in my… Read more »
I’ve always been partial to dark-haired men with moustaches. I even married one. A coincidence? I think not. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are some very attractive men out there who don’t fit that narrow, even shallow stereotype. Right now for instance I happen to think Mike Holmes is the sexiest guy on TV…. Read more »
Edmonton’s Whyte Avenue is all you’ve heard. And more. I’ve had the opportunity to see it up close and personal. As a painter, I was seeking exposure and sales of my paintings during past Art Walks. I skipped this year’s because of wedding plans. Participation involves displaying art works in pre-assigned spaces along the trendiest… Read more »
signature n., 1 the name of a person, or something representing his name, written, stamped or inscribed as a sign of agreement or acknowledgement My Funk and Wagnalls offers that as its first definition for the word signature. Graphologist Ruth Gardner defines it as “the writer’s calling card.” About the only thing more personal and… Read more »