Susan ChanSolid-To Marilyn KerrYou slipped away quiet in the night. Today I sit on your front porch, disbelieving.Jan 18, 20211Jan 18, 20211
Susan ChanWinking MaryWe took the train to the Gaspesie — romantic, hard, slip of land with the ocean on one side and the St. Lawrence on the other. He didn’t…Jan 17, 2021Jan 17, 2021
Susan ChanRecipe for SweetnessI find myself again and again back at the home farm of my maternal grandparents in Yarm, Quebec. Well, not exactly at the farm, but at…Jan 15, 20211Jan 15, 20211
Susan ChanFor Unto Us is BornThe Labuk is an opaque yellow river in Sabah, swift and dangerous at some points, slow and sluggish at others. In the 1960s as the race to…Jan 13, 2021Jan 13, 2021
Susan ChanMendedI am having tea this morning from a large “India Tree” tea cup, owned and cherished by my maternal grandmother, Jean Ogston Willis, nee…Jan 12, 2021Jan 12, 2021
