Shifting currents
I said goodbye to my mother on December 19. Every minute with her after that was “hello again.” Hello again and thank you for this gift…
Stepping into a river of dream
Thirty-five thousand feet above the Atlantic I jump-start our Irish adventure by reading Inishbream, Theresa Kishkan’s novella born of her own time in Ireland years ago.…
Going with the flow
“We are all floating in a tremendous river and the river carries you along. Some of the people in the river are swimming against the current,…
Impossibility whispers
I see Kelly Rae Roberts’ art everywhere now, even in Smithers, even in Rupert. I have mixed feelings about commercialized, mass-produced art—is it really art? But I…
I say the name K’san
Smithers poet Sheila Peters posted Jan Zwicky’s poem “Near” on her Say the Names blog this week. It resonates so strongly with what I was talking about…