Long Road Home

I was feeling homesick when I wrote this poem.  It is a strange thing to say, considering I have lived away from my “hometown” for more than 6 years now.  But for me, when I think of the word “home”, it still means Didsbury – the small Alberta town that I grew up in. ...

Autumn’s Last Dance

Every fall I hold my breath and wait for this one moment… the moment when Autumn arrives in all her glory and I can have that one beautiful day of colorful fall foliage and sunshine. So far in my life, I have had a few of these days, but they are very rare.  For...

Letting Go

Fall is a time of transition and change for most of us.  As the warmth of summer fades into the crisp cool days of fall, the trees put on a display of beautiful colours and we have an opportunity to start over… We put away our summer things, send our children...