I’m a little surprised to discover there’s still more to come in retirement. I had expected to be done with change by now, but here’s what has happened. Four years ago I bought a house located mid-way between my children so that one plane ticket could take me wherever they lived. Then the moves began. I don’t have enough paranoia to think my proximity had anything to do with it, since job offers motivated each move. But still, the distances have changed.... Read More | Share it now!
My unwelcome roommate, the groundhog, was NOT living under the back porch like I had expected. No, s/he was ensconced in the very cozy crawl-space beneath my house enjoying the warmth from heat ducts and hot water pipes. I had planned to feel more generous about allowing the groundhog to stay, but nothing I had read suggested a happy outcome for the relationship.... Read More | Share it now!
My father loved goodness wherever he found it. He was a cattle rancher in Alberta, as were some of his brothers. I remember hearing him say on occasion the accolade, “Now that man was a true cowboy.” This caught my attention because sometimes I had heard the term “cowboy” used derogatorily for a person who acted without finesse or expertise.... Read More | Share it now!
My father loved beauty, but he didn’t worship it. He didn’t want to acquire it for power and he didn’t want to regulate it in any way. What I observed him doing was trying to become one with it. It was as though he drank it in wherever he found it, tried to absorb beauty through his very skin.... Read More | Share it now!
My father loved Alberta so completely that the land was part of his soul. To this day, something happens to me when I drive north on I-15 and cross that 49th parallel separating the grasslands of Montana from the grasslands of Alberta. I see the Rockies lining up in a majestic row on the western horizon and I breathe that smell of home, the smell of Alberta, the smell of my father–Bryce Coleman Stringam.... Read More | Share it now!
I once knew a woman who believed she could create a Christmas canvas of the heart whenever it felt right. I can understand her impulse. She sincerely believed that the important part of Christmas occurred in the heart. Therefore, she decided to celebrate Christmas when it felt “right.”... Read More | Share it now!