Five Years a Writer

Thank you to everyone who emailed or submitted a comment on last's week essay about their own childhood fear of the dark, and their own particular and creative way to handle that fear. I chuckled, I empathized, I loved knowing I was not alone in this very specific young-child fear... Memories of a different kind this week.  The view across Lake Winnipeg from Clifftop Cottage I have a love-hate relationship with my iPhone’s ‘photo memory’ feature. It shows me pictures from my camera roll, popping them onto my screen in a pattern known only to its own algorithm. I enjoy the ones of my late mother, to each of which I respond, Oh hello there, Mum. Good to see you. But when the phone selects one of the zillions of photos I took at the cottage, I am annoyed. They are lovely photos of a lovely spot, but having the picture appear unbidden always, every single time, reminds me of what I no longer have access to.  Selling the cottage was necessary, and selling the cottage changed how w...