Swept From the Corners of my Mind..... I haven’t even gotten the Halloween decorations off my car and already the stores are filling with Christmas embellishments for sale. Hmmmm. For those that celebrate Christmas, what puts you in the Christmas spirit? For some, it’s the date. As soon as December 1 rolls around, out comes

Swept from the Corners of my mind.... I thought it was an ordinary day. Work went as busily as usual. I had an issue with the Virtual Reality headsets that had fought me every virtual inch of the way, but I eventually won the battle. Things calmed down and I was looking forward to a meeting with

My addiction of the moment is 3D printing. There is something compelling about choosing a file and then tweaking it with colours or size changes, watching it print (or turn into a plate of plastic spaghetti), troubleshooting and then painstakingly removing supports to reveal the results. Despite how that sounds, it IS “oddly mesmerizing” as

Swept from the corners of my mind...Above my desk at work is one of my most treasured possessions. Some call it folk art. Some call it “a kid's project”.  I call it genius.When I taught Adult Upgrading, I met a lot of incredible people.

Swept from the corners of my mind...11 pm. I was on the edge of sleep, neither too hot nor too cold. The blanket was comfy. The window was open to appreciate the country stillness. There was a dog or two on the bed but no crowding.

Swept from the corners of my mind...I’ve had an awesome summer, and it is not over yet. I never have enough time and/or energy during the school year to do everything on my list.

Swept from the corners of my mind...I was just a teen. Experimenting with plucking my eyebrows, I removed my glasses, focused the light, and leaned cl

Swept from the corners of my mind...I grew up in Nordale when the worst bugs were mosquitoes and tent caterpillars. I have a deep disgust of insects crawling on my hypersensitive skin, so they bothered me. A lot.

Swept from the corners of my mind...Considering the recent federal election, I thought I’d share one of my husband’s favourite stories about a brush with politicians.Cecil was a professional farrier (horseshoer) for over 50 years.

As you recall, I had learned of a family death, a firing, and found a tiny cold woman in the space of an hour. I was in a hotel in Saskatoon for another night a

Swept from the corners of my mind...“Everything happens for a reason” they tell me. I don’t agree.“Coincidence is not Causation” is more my slogan. But sometimes, I wonder.

Swept from the corners of my mind...Author’s note—This story is based on real events as I recall them. Names have been changed to protect the emba

Swept from the corners of my mind...I have a love hate relationship with phones. Yes, I love to hate them. It’s an old joke. A bad joke. But still the truth.When I was a kid, I couldn’t remember phone numbers. Total gap.

Swept From the Corners of my Mind:“Run,” I said, “and I will shoot you!” So she did. So then I did, and she has never forgiven me.Now, let me give you some background. First, I come from a large family.

Swept from the corners of my mind:My foster sister calls me “Critter Mama”. I was the kid fascinated with any animal I came across. I amassed quite a menagerie growing up, which only expanded when I married a farmer with the same attitude towards pets. Our children weren’t quite as intense, but they both gathered pets as well. At one point I recall having 2 dozen horses, cattle, a donkey, 2 llamas (named

Cathy Bendle, ColumnistWelcome to Swept From The Corners of My Mind, a compendium of stories, memories, humour and pathos.