Tag results for: Saskatchewan

Francis Glynn

Because my mother-in-law and I shared the same initials, sometime in the last decade I started addressing emails to her as GS1, signing off as GS2.

GS1: the mother-in-law a girl dreams for, a young woman cherishes, a jubilado grieves. Read more

Gloria's mother

The last time we visited our mothers was in April. The long, Saskatchewan winter stalled out for the week we were there. Flocks of geese v’d through the clear-blue living skies, clouds as scant as the patches of snow on the prairie fields below. A natural world invisible to my mom, who sadly, last year at the age of ninety, become permanently blind.
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In this season, in the silence of night, who among us doesn’t pause, rewinding time back to childhood on Christmas Day?

Among those memories, there’s often a grandmother.

In my case, Grandma Danchuk. Alice. Born 110 years ago, on Christmas Day in 1908.

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Date Oatmeal Cookies

About three-o-clock every afternoon these days when Vancouver’s grey skies darken toward charcoal and heavy rains pummel our flat roof, I need a cookie.

The urge is as strong as when I was a kid getting home from school in the subzero cold of Saskatchewan and wanting mom’s warm “matrimonial cake,” gooey dates sandwiched between buttery rolled oats.

Sorry mom, your recipe has been superseded. But when you find out by what (Date Oatmeal Cookies) and by who (Jenni Willems), I think you’ll be okay with it. Read more


On Friday afternoon, we got the call.

A week later, I locked the door on an almost-empty house.

Imagine that like my mother, you’re eighty-nine years old. You’re moving into a single room in a personal care home in less than a week. Look around. What possessions would you take with you?

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one day

in the car

on CBC 2

Ben Hepner say some composers

modelled their compositions on Fibonacci’s Series,

like Claude Debussey for example, which made me wonder if any famous poets

had ever spiraled an idea in Fibonacci’s form, like a nautilus beginning with a single circle and expanding it

outward, to set a new record, to infinity; but like the nautilus, ambition was washed away by rough waters, rocky shores, the seas of time—or the realization that striving for size is a shell of a game.


In mathematics, the Fibonacci sequence starts with the number 1, then 1 again and then every subsequent is the sum of the two preceding numbers. The Fibonacci sequence, which forms the basis for this poem’s structure is:  1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34,55.. 

(Photo: http://www.naturphilosophie.co.uk/fibonaccis-golden-spiral-relationship-maths-nature/)