Crest I am pleased to announce that I am standing on the crest. Though I am a prairie girl, I think of the obstacles in my life as a series of mountains to be scaled. And to be more exact, by mountains, I mean the large rolling hills of home. As a child, my mother … Continue reading Standing on the Crest
A Love Letter Recently, I was asked to write a note to my Grade 6 teacher, upon her retirement. After decades of wondering what had happened to this woman who changed my life, her son had reached out for me. Of course, a teacher myself, September is a long and treacherous month and I left … Continue reading A Love Letter
When it rains, it pours. I’m drowning, alright. The "good stuff" began as an imperceptible drizzle, but it has since become a deluge of happiness. I am deluge-ional. (Sorry, I just couldn’t NOT do that! Good thing my son doesn’t read these posts because his eyes would roll so far back in his head they … Continue reading After the Deluge…
Cue song-- "The End" I've either been a student or a teacher for the past thirty-eight years, so for me, late June signifies "the end." In the past few weeks, I finished up my pottery class, a writing class and said farewell to my class. The cherry on top was cleaning out the classroom I've been … Continue reading “Happy Thoughts” Pottery Collection
“What's the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable.”—Anonymous Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness and success. I am happier than I’ve ever been before. Most of my clan would say I’ve been successful for years, but this is the first time I’ve really felt … Continue reading The Point of Being Alive
When the universe opens up, lean forward and try to decipher the message it is sending. This post is going to be short and sweet—sort of like my mother. These are exciting and eye-opening times. I don't have time to write a proper post, but these are some thoughts piling up in the past week. … Continue reading Three lessons from the Universe
The threads that hold our stories together are often invisible. - Rachel Laverdiere (upon writing this post) This week, my mother told me on the phone, "I’m amazed at how your mind works!” (And the expression in her voice told me it wasn't a bad thing. This time.) She went on to say that she … Continue reading Weaving Threads
Practice, practice, practice! The good news is that with all this practice I'm getting, I don’t really think about Patrick Swayze when I’m doing pottery anymore. Sure, when my pots are flopping, he sort of pats me on the back and says “Bon courage!”—and I think, “Man! He also speaks French?” Flashback..... Kidding aside, I’d like … Continue reading The Importance of Practice (in Pottery and Poetry)
Do you feel that? The tug towards change—lean your ear toward the birds chirping beyond your windowpane. Pull open the curtain—better yet, yank the blind like they did in our childhood cartoons so that it hits the top with a BING! Come on. I dare you to rebel—put on your rubber boots (or don’t) and … Continue reading A Change of Season
"A Tree Full of Crows" is a story that made my mother blush--but she also chuckled as I read it to her. Have you ever had a bit too much wine with a bunch of women? If not, this will give you a taste of what happens at a 40+, ladies-only BBQ. 😉 "A Tree Full … Continue reading Short Story: A Tree Full of Crows