Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
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 →
The sky was a color so crisp that any sky-blue pencil crayon in a new pack would have to contend with the vibrancy. Wispy white clouds stroked the sky leaving cotton like smears buffing some spots and leaving others bare to blue. And as far as prairie horizons go this combination of white textured blue... 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 →
Here I am---first day of February. I made it. One month behind me. One month into a new year. One hopeful month in and as I look back (briefly, because I'm not heading that way) it feels like it was a fine month---and this one-day-at-a-time is how I will eventually put another whole year behind... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 