Knit One, Purl Joy

“Be the weirdo who dares to enjoy.” – Elizabeth Gilbert I’m a knitter. Yes, I mean actual knitting – yarn, needles, piles of knitting pattern books based on literary heroines, fibre strands clinging to my black clothes, first-name-basis with the…

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Minivan Prayers and Mountain Lakes

It’s the first day of school ’round these parts. We have spent the past week getting new haircuts and new inside shoes, new jeans and new permission slips. The tinies-who-are-no-longer-that-tiny humoured their mother and stood dutifully for pictures. Anne is…

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We won’t break faith

My grandpa was a good-looking kid from the Canadian prairie when he marched away to war. He was shot on the side of a hill in Italy during a pre-dawn raid. He fell in the cold, thick mud while it…

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