by Liz Jansen I didn’t expect to start the first days of the year spending the last days with a dear friend. Deb and I met in fifth grade and became instant best friends. We’ve cherished that closeness our whole lives. …
by Liz Jansen Imagine my surprise when I walked into the back yard recently and discovered new denizens had taken positions around the gardens. Snow White and five of the seven dwarfs must have entered through the opening in the …
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by Liz Jansen The young couple disembarked from the train, squinting in the bright prairie sunlight. Their clothes, tattered and threadbare, were creased and wrinkled after nearly a month of travel from the other side of the world. They too …
by Liz Jansen Following up a life-changing motorcycle trip with an encore, especially one that doesn’t involve motorcycles, isn’t typical. But I expect it to be at least as meaningful. Next Saturday, August 5th, I’ll fly out to Alberta with …
by Liz Jansen It’s been a monumental week. I’ve completed the first draft of Crash Landing. Two-and-a-half years in the works, with a focused and intense three months of writing since March and it’s done. There’s still much to do but …
by Liz Jansen Motorcycles aren’t the only means of transport for inner journeys. Now that spring is here, I follow a loosely defined path when I walk to nearby plazas for errands. My place backs onto a greenbelt of mostly cedars …
by Liz Jansen Mom and I went on our first motorcycle ride together on May 9, 2004. It was Mother’s Day and my 50th birthday. She was about to turn 78. So began an annual tradition that lasted for six …
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by Liz Jansen Growing up in a Mennonite tradition, Easter was one of the holiest celebrations of the year. We’d be at church on Good Friday to honor the crucifixion, and back on Easter Sunday, often for a sunrise service …
by Liz Jansen Recently I wrote an article about ‘meeting’ my paternal grandfather for the first time during last year’s motorcycle trip to northern Alberta. “Isn’t that the trip you crashed on,” asked my editor? “You didn’t mention it.” He …
by Liz Jansen Have you ever sought an answer for what you thought was a complex question, been given the answer many times and in many ways, but still didn’t get it? And when you did, it was so simple, …