Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
How we did it then In early adulthood I began tending the seedling of wanderlust. There was a process in those days that is quite different than how travel occurs today. It looked like this: I'd either call or pop in to a travel agency. The individual would look on their computer and log books... Continue Reading →
If you do not live somewhere cold you may not fully understand the feelings of this time of year and how absolutely desperate we, who live in these cold climates, start to feel. If you are not from here (the prairies of Canada) and you want a glimpse into optimism in the depth of winter... Continue Reading →
I promised myself that I would try my very best to publish a blogpost once a week. April 13, 2020 was the start of my blogging journey. April 2021 my hope was to have 52 posts. I did it. I met my goal. In fact I'm into the start or 2022 and I have exceeded... Continue Reading →
*A little past the midpoint of January. So, before it's too late, if it's ever too late, here's a little reflection on the last 365 days. 2020. I don't even know. I don't even know. A shit show. A roller coaster. A tumultuous relationship where things were on again, off again. Codependent. A 12 step... Continue Reading →
As a teacher I often give assignments that come in the form of reflections about what was learned, read, experienced in class. I guess this is my homework for an end of the year post. I also think that these questions, after thoughtful moments, open paths to what is to come and what is desired... Continue Reading →
It's so dangerously cold that skin freezes in minutes. Yes, minutes. Exposed hair grows icicles. Hair hanging out of toques, eye lashes, beards, eyebrows turn white and crispy with tiny stalactites. Every morning I am layered like a pleasant smelling Ukrainian nesting doll. Somewhere under the ski pants, the regular pants, the thermal underwear and... Continue Reading →
I came across a post by Coffee and a Good Book on Facebook with a list of hopes in a meme. It read as follows: I hope you: find time this week to get really really quiet curl up in a big cozy chair and watch a movie you've seen a million times beforehug people... Continue Reading →
At the start of every English class we quietly read. Every single day. It's the ritual of the class. For students it's the few minutes of transition from a noisy hallway to a focused Language Arts class. It's the shift in gears from perhaps math, or social studies or physical education. For me it's also... Continue Reading →
Last year, on my 52 birthday I made a list of 52 things I am grateful for. You can read about it here. Not so originally, this year I am making a list of 53 things I have learned in my life so far. There are way-way-way more than 53 things but for the sake... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting on my couch. It's evening. I'm under a big thick blanket with my lap top on my lap. The fire place is on. Today we had the first slushy, wet, cold snowfall of the season. The song Ola Dika Sou by Giannis Poulopoulos (1968) came on my streamed Greek radio. And everything stopped.... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 