That sentence was written by Isabel Allende, and can be found at the bottom of page 442 in her 1985 novel, The House of the Spirits. I honestly think this may be one of the most perfect sentences ever written. You don’t need to know what the book is about to feel the fear and… Continue reading “At that time of night, the only traffic consisted of trucks filled with bodies and detainees, and police cars that roamed the streets like lost wolves howling in the darkness of the curfew.”
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They came, he barked, they went away
I’m sitting out on the deck this morning with my coffee, where it’s warm in the sun but still cool in the shade. Sam is sitting out on the dock looking serene and peaceful, sniffing the breeze, watching the fish jump and keeping an eye on the boat launch in the campground next door. This… Continue reading They came, he barked, they went away
Following the Lilacs North
The Collins’ are back in the Land of the Midnight Sun! Last year we followed the unfurling leaves north, but this year we left a couple of weeks later, and so it was the lilacs we followed. Back home in Salmon Arm the lilacs were long finished, but by the time we got to Smithers,… Continue reading Following the Lilacs North
The 12th Man: a Bento Box Quilt
My youngest nephew is graduating from high school next month, which I think warrants a quilt from Auntie Nita, don’t you think? Someday I’d like to make a quilt for all my nephews. All thirteen of them (wipes brow). For Ross, I chose the Bento Box pattern because it is modern and masculine. Now, let… Continue reading The 12th Man: a Bento Box Quilt
Mount Lorne hockey heroes
For several years we lived in the Yukon bush, in an area between Carcross and Whitehorse, near what is now the Hamlet of Mount Lorne. That’s where M played hockey on the outdoor rink. Yes, outdoor hockey in the Yukon! But it was cold, I’m not going to kid you. Someone always had to get… Continue reading Mount Lorne hockey heroes
Every Good Cowboy Needs a Dolphin
I don’t remember what I wanted to be when I grew up, but when M was very small, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to be a cowboy. But not just any cowboy… Nope! My imagination-filled son was going to be the cowboy at Sea Land. You know the… Continue reading Every Good Cowboy Needs a Dolphin