Bisexual Canadian writer, editor, podcaster, and crafter. You can find me @islanderscaper most places on the internet and as part of the podcast Just Roll With It AP (@rollwithitap).
Home for Thanksgiving
No matter how old we get, Or how far we move away, in my heart we will always be those little kids. Playing pretend in our grandparents' basement, endless games of after dinner tag in the backyard, racing to choose the best pumpkins in the patch, breaking up chestnut shells under our shoes and throwing the nuts through the windows of the abandoned house next door. Chatting excitedly about whose name we pulled for the Christmas draw, and drifting off as the adults played cards into the night. I give thanks for these memories, and the way my hearts always back there - even when I can't - and that even if it looks different now, I can always find myself home again.
Family Favourite Christmas Cookies
I don't remember exactly what year the 12 Cookies of Christmas tradition began, but I do remember what kicked it off. We still got our provincial newspaper every day at the time, and one day in November there was an insert tucked in between the folds. This insert was filled with recipes and pictures of beautifully decorated Christmas cookies, and my dad took it and ran with it. Determined to make 12 kinds of cookies for our family before the holidays were over, he pulled both from that newspaper insert and from the various recipes he had collected over the years. As far bake as I can remember, my dad has loved to bake things and loved Christmas. This challenge that blended the two was perfect for him. Since I also loved Christmas and loved to help him bake, I guess it was perfect for me too.
Spending every Summer and Thanksgiving visiting my extended family in Prince Edward Island, Anne of Green Gables was unavoidable. The spunky little redheaded orphan is basically a provincial symbol – like the lady’s slipper flower, the red oak tree, or the rust-colored soil that lines the shore and roadsides. Some Islanders embrace her, others are indifferent to what they might see as another part of the all-too-important tourism industry. But for me? As Anne herself would have put it, she and I are Kindred Spirits.
Little Witch, Little Witch
Do you remember reading the book “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?” in elementary school? It was something of a staple in mine. I don’t think I could even come close to figuring out how many times that book was read to us in Primary and Grade One. Honestly, for someone who was consistently at a reading level a grade or two higher than the grade she was in, it was kind of boring. I can appreciate the rhythm of it and the artful illustrations now, as an adult, but little me got tired of it very quickly.
- Top Story - September 2023
Out Of The Looking GlassTop Story - September 2023
The first mirror was an antique, something that Miriam had found when she first moved into this house, covered up by a sheet and thick layer of dust. The second mirror was from Ikea. Brand new, very minimalist, nothing to stand out next to the ornate, hand-carved frame of the antique. Which, of course, was the entire point. The idea for the piece had seemed to spring to Miriam’s mind as soon as she had found the old mirror. The old reflecting the new, the past contrasting with the present and vice versa. If she could get the angles right, it would make for some great photographs.