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The Preacher and I have just returned to Hope House after a two week road-trip, sandwiching visits to family and friends between speaking engagements.Things changed in our absence. The forest of maples in our side yard had no foliage when we left.

Being a writer does not mean being too proud to look up words in the dictionary. In fact, the opposite is true. Not recognizing a word gives me a panicky, disconnected feeling-almost like a strange child walking up to me and calling me "mom.

Spring on the prairies is a time for shedding winter clothes, opening windows and feeling the warm sun. It's also a time for getting your car tuned up and ready for summer travels.

My husband came home with two old, fabric-bound volumes the other day. They were the complete set of Sherlock Holmes adventures.

On March 8, the Yorkton Municipal RCMP Detachment received a complaint of vandalism to two vehicles belonging to members of the same family.

It could never happen here. That was Prime Minister Stephen Harper's assurance in the wake of the massive oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico, which he referred to as "an environmental catastrophe unlike anything we've seen in quite a long time".

A month ago we explored the question of whether nastiness at the Saskatchewan legislature has reached a low point in our province's political history.

I have phantom fuzz. "You have WHAT?" said the Preacher, when he walked into the bedroom and found me inspecting my left foot. "Phantom fuzz." Toe jam. You know. Dead skin, sock fluff, sand, dirt. All mixed up with accumulated skin oils and bacteria.

Do you know of a great multi-subject learning environment? From reading to science, math to nutrition, it's possible to learn it all in the garden. Garden-based learning uses the garden as a teaching tool.

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