Uncovering a Sense of My Local Identity
I often feel like I carry a cocktail of my family’s histories deep within my bones, pulsing through my blood and veins. Tender naivety. Raging […]
I often feel like I carry a cocktail of my family’s histories deep within my bones, pulsing through my blood and veins. Tender naivety. Raging […]
I am not of Russländer descent, so I didn’t know anything at all about their story… until I met Andrew’s maternal grandmother. Suddenly I was […]
One surprisingly cold day in early November, we decided to visit St. Johns Anglican Cemetery, to see William Hespeler’s grave. He was born in 1830 […]
This past summer, Andrew and I went on a short holiday to San Francisco. Because we’re interested in things of the literary sort, of course […]
I grew up knowing all about Clearsprings! Wait. No I didn’t. But I thought I did. That’s because Steinbach’s mall is called Clearspring Centre. As a […]