A selfie of the author trussed up in toque and scarf, with Calling Lake and the Boreal forest in the background.
A selfie of the author trussed up in toque and scarf, with Calling Lake and the Boreal forest in the background.
It’s a beautiful day on the frozen lake. All photos by author or Martin Braun-Labossiere.

I grip the back seat handlebars and squeal. I’m holding on tight as Martin propels us toward a fishing hole site about 20 minutes away.

I involuntarily make a goldfish face. My head is squeezed into a snowmobile helmet and I feel like a very safe bobble-head. It’s been a few years since I was last on a snowmobile, and let’s face it, I’m not 16 anymore and I remind myself that flying off may not yield the same results as it would a rubber-boned teenager. The thought is nerve-wracking and exhilarating at the same time. I yell over the…


A prairie sky swept with sunset colours hovers above the silhouette of a farm.
A prairie sky swept with sunset colours hovers above the silhouette of a farm.
Photo by Nathan Hanna on Unsplash

It’s a cozy weekend evening. I am curled up on the sofa with one of our greyhound-crosses, Dottie.

Martin is settled in his chair. Mr. T is passed out on a giant dog bed on the floor. We are facing a southwesterly direction, watching a riveting Belgian 2019 TV series titled “Into the Night”. (I mean, why not distract yourself with a show about a mysterious event that wreaks havoc on the world? Nothing that crazy could actually happen, right?)

As enthralling as the story is, I can’t ignore the bright streaks of colour bleeding into my peripheral vision. What…


A peaceful sky in the background, lake waves crashing on the shore in the foreground.
A peaceful sky in the background, lake waves crashing on the shore in the foreground.
Calling Lake, Northern Alberta. Photo by Author.

I turned 52 this year. I’ve never had a stellar memory and the small holes of forgetfulness feel like they’re expanding some days but March 2020 to March 2021 are twelve months that will be bookmarked in my brain forever.

The one-year anniversary is upon us which gives me pause to reflect on the good and the bad, the positives and negatives of a roller coaster year.

The Gypsy’s Capacity for Change

The term “gypsy” can be used in a derogatory sense, and I think that’s unfortunate. …


A wax figure of actor Tom Hulce as Mozart in the movie “Amadeus”. Image by ivabalk from Pixabay

Granted, it’s a long distance relationship. He, an Austrian, now existing in the ether somewhere. Me, a middle-aged Canadian, living in lock down. But we have always found a way to make it work.

Hey Siri, play “Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart playlist”.

I’m alone in the house this morning with our two dogs. I have my iPhone plugged into our speakers, and I crank the volume to eleven while I do my house work.

How can I feel a connection to music composed over 200 years ago? …


Me. Photo by Author.
Me. Photo by Author.
Me. Photo by Author.

I am Canadian.

Being Canadian brings a strong affiliation with nature. I grew up on the great big expanse of the glorious Canadian Prairies on a small family farm.

Reading and writing have always been a natural draw for me. With an English major and Linguistics minor, I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in my early twenties. Those years in university not only helped me develop my writing, they also enhanced my critical thinking.

When I attended University I met the most amazing and most interesting person of my life. I was totally smitten and fortunately, the feelings were mutual. …


Photo by Chelsey Faucher on Unsplash. | The Centennial Flame located in from of Parliament Hill in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.

by Eira Braun-Labossiere 🌻 + Martin Braun-Labossiere

“If you want to make change and then preserve it, you need to be eternally vigilant.” *

I’m probably not the right person to write on this topic. That’s why I’ve asked my politically aware and news savvy husband, Martin, to write this with me, as it’s been a hot topic in our home for the last couple of weeks. Er… for the last year. OK, let’s face it, for the last four years.

Since January 6th, I have been glued to the news. I don’t think I need to explain why as…


Photo by Guillermo Latorre on Unsplash

First, let me say that I truly appreciate Medium and have been having so much fun publishing my articles through various Medium publications over the last year.

But I’ve got to admit that I do not understand their clapping system and it just bugs me.

I do comprehend that originally the claps 👏 were part of the monetary reward/paywall system for writers who are Medium members. When Medium changed its method of payment to writers, however, the claps seemed to morph into a sort of rating system only – to draw attention to the writers’ articles for Medium. Receiving a higher number of claps may even lead to curation selection, thereby granting you exposure to a greater audience.


Photo by Uwe Nake from Pexels

I can’t help myself. Nature is so fascinating that random questions frequently populate my thoughts.

Thanks to the immediacy of online research I can find answers pretty quickly and I know you’ll be delighted that I’ve neatly curated my strange queries and answers for you here today.

#1 Do Ducks Fart?

My husband, Martin, and I were having a highbrow conversation about flatulence one afternoon. We walk our two dogs twice a day over a bridge that carries us over the local river. There is a small open space of water that is shrinking fast as the ice solidifies with Mallards dotting the surface…


A young lady is bathed in light, surrounded by a Christmas tree and decorations but looking sad and alone.
A young lady is bathed in light, surrounded by a Christmas tree and decorations but looking sad and alone.
Photo by Anthony Tran on Unsplash

When you’ve moved across Canada as many times as we have, you learn to be flexible about Christmastime.

Whether my husband, Martin, and I have celebrated the holidays on our own or with family, preparing for Christmas would start out fun but soon I would feel insurmountable stress and panic. Decorating, gift buying, baking, heaped on top of the added winter tasks that eat into your day did not turn me into a friendly elf.

Mini Meltdowns

I recall one year psyching myself up to go shopping (the old fashioned way — in a brick and mortar store). I needed to find gifts for two people we felt compelled to buy for. …


A Treeing Walker Coon Hound — Greyhound cross: Mr. T is black, white & tan. He is lying on a dog bed, head up, tail wagging.
A Treeing Walker Coon Hound — Greyhound cross: Mr. T is black, white & tan. He is lying on a dog bed, head up, tail wagging.
“I’m kinda a BIG deal.” The magnanimous Mr. T. (All photos taken by Author.)

I know what you’re thinking.

Mr. T? How could a 1980’s icon be relevant in the pandemic apocalypse year of 2020?

A-ha! Perhaps Mr. T isn’t who you think he is. Perhaps Mr. T is the most interesting dog you may ever meet.

You Can Judge This Book By His Cover

Let me introduce you to Mr. T. He is a striking five-year-old Treeing Walker Coon Hound — Greyhound cross. (Yes, that’s a mouthful but if T could talk his flappy jowls could handle it!) T was bred specifically for the unfortunate purpose of underground racing of lurchers. But that is another story for another time.

Smart, brave, courteous,” is how the American…

Eira Braun-Labossiere 🌻

Love to write about life📝/Obsess over Greyhounds + Lurchers🐕/Proud Canadian and four-time Albertan 🇨🇦 https://twitter.com/EiraB

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