Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
I watched the clouds roll in from my window. Disappointment also rolled in. I wanted to see the moon rise. There are few things more gorgeous than a full moon rise on a prairie horizon. This was going to be the Full Pink Moon. Not sure who names them but that feels as soft as... 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 →
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 →
Angie Counios 