Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
I just returned from Duck Mountain Saskatchewan. Madge Lake specifically. It was a short trip---three days and two nights. As a new location in Saskatchewan I was so impressed with its geographical contours, boreal forest and overall contrast to what is generally thought of as flat Saskatchewan. I filled these days with hiking, taking photos,... Continue Reading →
Traveling: it leaves you speechless and then turns you into a storyteller. Ibn Battuta Not Greece Every summer for the last fifteen years I travel to Greece. It's the Motherland and I go for a few reasons. It's hot and beautiful. I'm guaranteed sunshine every day. My extended family is there. Friends say I'm so... Continue Reading →
Incredibly aware that our days outside are limited by the ups and downs of prairie weather, Kevin and I always choose outside. This particular warm and windy day we ended up at Rosie’s on River, a new destination for us. I had a cider and he had a couple of craft beers. I offered to... Continue Reading →
I am Canadian. But first I was Greek, born there. I got my citizenship here as a child. I wrote a post about becoming a citizen here. I have this analogy that Greece is my biological mom and Canada is my adoptive mom. My biological mom, Greece, is beautiful, gorgeous actually. She has the bluest... Continue Reading →
I recently received this message: Hello and welcome to the most random-out-of-context message you may have ever received—but the other day I was in Shoppers Drug Mart with my best friend and she grabbed a box of condoms. After stifling my gag reflex at the realization that she is now in fact in a relationship... Continue Reading →
(also known as my only Covid-19 post) Let's talk about mirrors On a good day, when we have warning, a mirror is not horrifying. It’s pretty good, actually. Hair combed? Check. Clean face? Check. Lip gloss? A bit of makeup? Okay! Looking in the mirror is doable! Give a wink and a gun and carry... Continue Reading →
Memories are weird and the whole brain filing system is weird as well. I don’t fully understand it. Maybe that means I have a bad memory or maybe that is how brains work. Maybe memories pop up when they are needed---to be reconciled with or challenged. Maybe? Triggers The movie Lion has a scene where... Continue Reading →
On Tuesday June 2nd, at 11:00 am there was a rally in support of the Black Lives Matter movement. It came quickly after the murder of George Floyd, a Black African-American man who died in the hands of police. I watched the video. It. Broke. My. Heart. All 50 states plus eighteen countries participated in... Continue Reading →
A friend reached out and asked me if I had room to store some cupcakes in my freezer. Of course I did. Her husband dropped them off. I took the fairly large container with a note taped to the top and put it right in my freezer. Later she asked if I could bring them... Continue Reading →
As I slowly edge my way into blogging I think about how much I have shared and I know that with every post there has been a bit more. So, bit by bit you will learn about me. However, today you are going to learn a little about my writing partner. David Gane and I... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 