Beneath the seams

She walked into the store confidently. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to turn that into the vision in her head. She, of absolute faith.

Engagingly Interesting?

I set out with good intentions and hadn’t thought at all about doing a social experiment. Certainly not one based on a false dichotomy but I guess that’s what I did!

Thursday’s Crossroads

The crossroads sign can stop us and send us down a sunny dirt road and sometimes it’s just that. Occasionally a deer or moose can come out of no where and smack. It’s even possible for a tornado to pick up your vehicle. Sometimes the road literally falls away.

Covid in the Rearview mirror

The names roll into my head long before the road sign shows what town is next. The new shingles here or the added grain bins there stand out in my mind. I’ve been on this same trip literally dozens of times. But not since the pandemic and that in itself is what makes it feel a bit like a foreign world.

Make Monday Meaningful

Something I read yesterday stuck with me and early early this am I created my own version. Then I coloured it and organized the side of the fridge around it. It takes me to “my happy”.

Half a life time

He cast a shy sideways glance at the elderly man riding in the scooter.

The Wishes

My eldest sent me a text yesterday asking what I would like for my birthday. Truth is that I can’t have what I want for my birthday.

That “Kind” of Day

Remember the old saying “But teacher, the dog ate my homework?”. The modern equivalent is this “my post was eaten by WordPress/my computer”. Yes I hit save and yes I tried the backdoor. No I can’t rescue it so here is the short version.

It’s world kindness day. It should be our default but somehow it’s not what we choose. So today let’s try hard.

Will it stand the test of time?

This post has taken me the entire fall to pull together. Once I got the images organized turns out I couldn’t get the words to flow. Which is weird as it’s a subject I’m passionate about but perhaps it’s because I’m trying to take a dispassionate look at it.

Quiet Time

There’s a far too brief period in the afternoon, in the households of those with toddlers and preschoolers, where quiet time exists. Where parents (or grandparents because we need it even more!) enforce a block of time in the bedroom. A chance for everyone to catch their breath, so to speak, for the next round. It’s not a written parenting law but it’s a good plan. It provides a brief respite for parents and helps the child learn to amuse themselves.