Stephanie Mitchell

Yes, I admit it, I’ve skipped a few days here. Yes, there are good reasons. Today, however, I want to tell you very briefly about a whole bunch of people I don’t even know personally. Rey, Mark, Bill, Carol and Carol are all good friends of a dear and close friend of mine. My friend … Read more

Typo, right? A gratefulness post about dentists? Listen, children, to the story… So I get this text from my daughter Liz this morning: “Can you look after the kids while they go to the dentist?” Yikes, I think. But the follow-up text explains that they have separate appointments and she wants me to look after … Read more

I love singing. I sing in a vocal ensemble, I sing with the radio, I even sing karaoke when brave, among friends, doing a duet with a dear friend or drunk. The problem is, while I can sing with people, I don’t have the confidence or technique to sing on my own for others’ pleasure. … Read more

I have no idea who this guy is but he was certainly in the right place at the right time. I had driven out to Mission for lunch with my partner – normally about a 20-minute drive, NASCAR-style. Leaving Maple Ridge, the roads were wet, salted and bare, so quite passable. This Little Old Lady … Read more

It was warm tonight at The ACT. The thermometer wouldn’t show it, but there was a good and tangible energy there. It wasn’t the energy of a performance (for my irregular readers, The ACT is our community theatre), although those generate their own special energy. It was an energy of caring, of sharing and of … Read more

Today was a busy day. Two special times were memorable for me, though. The first was in the morning. Those of you who know that I’m not a morning person may find that hard to believe, but perhaps you will be reassured if I tell you that it was in fact late morning. Very late … Read more

I had dinner this evening with my partner in a little neighbourhood pub in Mission. I didn’t even catch the name of it. Oh, wait. Google Street View tells me it’s the 14th Avenue Pub. This is going to sound like a restaurant review or at the very least a writeup fot The Hitchhiker’s Guide … Read more

Try Googling that phrase. You’ll get almost four and a half million hits, from song lyrics to book titles to lines in a poem to comments on photos to – whatever. Isn’t it strange, then, if it’s that pervasive a notion, that we so rarely actually let ourselves do it? We always look for what … Read more

It’s a quiet night in the Mitchell basement. My partner is house-sitting her daughter’s house during their honeymoon. She has taken Lacey, the dog, with her for company. Spot, one of our cats, is pretending to be sociable and cuddly on my lap but she’s really looking over my shoulder at the dove cage so … Read more

Tonight I am grateful for good friends who are there for me when others cannot be.