Tag: Life

Misplaced Identity

Different things matter to me now. I realized this when I opened up this old scrapbook full of articles about me and emails congratulating me for winning awards, and for almost winning awards. The article was great, so I cut it out carefully and scanned it so I […]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Better late than never to deliver these valentines to you. Because of the continuing frigid weather, the school buses didn’t run today. It was a quiet day of marking, prep work, and of getting a couple students caught up on assignments. Still, I’m happy to be home in […]

When We Were Vikings

Last night I went to my auntie’s house for supper. We were celebrating my great uncle’s 92nd birthday. After supper when the supper dishes had been cleared from the long table in the dining room, and with the coffee cups and dessert plates pushed out of the way, […]

Back in the Classroom

Today in class the topic of my age came up as it sometimes does. The students were saying that I am still pretty young. “Well,” I told them, “I’m not so young anymore,” to which one young man replied, “Nope. You’re not young or old. You’re just mediocre!” […]

Pigeon-holed

We try to sort people into boxes and when they don’t fit, we are not that happy. Human beings sure don’t like surprises when it comes to human behavior. Good luck controlling and predicting that. I learned a lot when I wrote my novel Denby Jullsen, Hughenden about […]

Tracks in the Snow

  When I walk by myself in the snow, I’m never walking alone. The other morning I went out for a walk in the fresh snow. My usual road was suddenly new. A variety of footprints indented the snow with their different shapes and depths. There were huge […]

Human Beings, Not Human Doings

    I used to be a full-time teacher and for a long time, that was my identity. In a small community, I was known as the Grade 3 teacher. The teacher box was the one I fit in. Almost two years ago I gave up this position […]

Dying Butterfly

The other day, a child brought me a butterfly. He held out his hands and gently opened them to reveal a very cold butterfly indeed. The boy told me, “Ms. K., I found this butterfly.” I could tell that he believed that I would know what to do […]