NOTE: This blog deals with Indian residential schools and may be triggering for some readers. When the drums start, my spirit travels to a different time and place. I imagine myself in the open prairie, a vast blue sky above me, miles of waving grass before me and the wind... Read More

Frolic. It’s not a commonly used word, but I love it. I dare you to say frolic without smiling! It can be a noun – “The little boy was excited by the frolics of the puppy.” or a verb – “I love frolicking in the waves at the beach.” and... Read More