BLUE DUETS

  So Jan Zwicky writes in "The Syntax of Ethical Style," an essay her wise, learned, and mind-blowing new book, Once Upon a Time i...

Every once in a while, my head wants to challenge physics.  If there's a long line of cars turning left and holding up traffic, why can&...

It's a new year and a new chapter of The Frosted Bough:  Essays on Minimalism .  I finished the chapter on the Voluntary Simplicity move...

Right outside my kitchen window, which faces north, is crabapple tree.  It was in bloom the weekend I brought my eleven-year-old daughter to...

Bill and I sometimes read to one another in bed.  At this point, we're reading Pema Chodron's  Welcoming The Unwelcome , which Bill ...

I'm looking for a metaphor.  For about the last week, whenever I've been doing something brainless like cutting rhubarb up for muffi...

We need a new word for the meandering peregrinations our minds set out on while we garden--a flower or vegetable version of wooll-gathering....

Early in May, Medrie Purdham and I created a "First Draft" webinar for the Saskatchewan Writers' Guild.  These presentations h...

This has been a hard spring in Regina.  After a winter we couldn't really complain about, we had a March that put paid to any sense of p...

Long Covid is so challenging because it seems to take many forms, some of them physical, some of them affecting the brain.  One of the "...