Chapter 1: Out of Control Kamlei stared at the plastic test kit in her hand. Her hands shook as she waited. She felt torn inside. When she missed her time of the month, nervous butterflies swarmed inside her. It was the second test she took, she had to make sure Read more…
It was March 23, 2020 and I just finished a walk with some dear friends at Big White. I sat down and wrote my first journal entry. My wife said I should share it on Facebook. I thought, hey why not? The reaction was very positive. So the next day Read more…
Music flowed from the man’s fingers and into the soul. It was a day of celebration and camaraderie at the Globe at Big White Ski Resort. It was Saint Paddy’s Day. Jon Bos played his heart out and the bar vibrated with the joy of live music. It was the Read more…
There was nothing quite as joyful as the laughter of a child. His son had the ball in his hands and tossed it off the back wall of their home. His wife held Mahdi close, and they both watched their son bounce the red ball, the cat was chasing it Read more…
Three years ago the WHO declared Covid 19 a pandemic. It felt like it was another world away. But it only took a couple of days until it was declared a health emergency in Canada. Two weeks, they said. Two weeks of social distancing and washing hands and it would Read more…
Cookster wanted to get the perfect season. After his ski buddy died he wanted to ride on snow every single day that Big White was open. He realized that you never know when it can all be taken away. It was time to seize the moment and try for the Read more…
Music filled the Kelowna Community Theatre, the rhythm and beat filled my soul. It began with the first blast of Rock and Roll and cascaded with energy until the last notes of Whole Lotta Love faded into the night. It wasn’t Led Zeppelin but it was as close as any Read more…
Monday musings from my blog. The sun is out and blue sky glows down on our paradise. Okanagan valley is alight with the first signs of second spring. It tried to snow over the weekend but it was merely a dusting of mother natures paintbrush. No matter what has happened Read more…
A stiff breeze whipped around the edge of the building, and dark clouds hung ominously above. Greg lowered his ropes into place for his next set of windows. Three hundred fifty feet of line dangled below him. He looked up and hoped the rain would hold off a while longer. Read more…
Barrman tossed and turned in the night. His mind was filled with dreams of the past and dreams of the future. He drifted through dreams of work that turned into dreams of powder- Okanagan Champagne powder. He saw it as clearly as if he were awake. Snow caressed his calves Read more…