Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
**I wrote a letter to five-year-old me because I felt like I should. Here it is. Dearest little one, So, you made it to 56! I know. I know. That seems so old little one. But I promise you it's not! Keep up all the good habits. I have so much to tell you so... Continue Reading →
Restlessness seeped in. My hips and legs ached and my head was full. In what seemed like a counterintuitive decision (sore legs and more walking) I put on my runners and a warm jacket which was sadly still required---and headed outside. I hoped that outside would loosen my limbs and shake the cerebral dust. Just... Continue Reading →
I've fallen in love with my commute. I walk. It's just under two kilometers. It's through a park and over a bridge. It's beautiful. Walking to work doesn't happen much anymore. We drive---mostly. Even walking to school is something that doesn't happen for the children like it did when we were young. We've created a... Continue Reading →
I found myself flying between gorgeous rows of prairie grain edged by sweet smelling thistles. Flying! The wind blowing cool, tempering my sunned skin. I am sure I was going a hundred kilometres an hour! Buzzing along just above the surface of the earth---on my rocket ship! Okay---sometimes I exaggerate for the sake of story... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 