Posts By: Hazel Anaka

Hazel Anaka

From Where I Sit – Buddy, Part 1

No one, including me, would describe me as an animal lover. Yet, how to explain the depth of sorrow I felt when Buddy died? Bud was our 12-year-old Terrier cross. His death has left a break in our routine and a hole in our hearts. Because Hilary, now 20, was afraid of dogs as a… Read more »

From Where I Sit – If The Shoe Fits

Is there a woman alive, over the age of say 25 or 30 who doesn’t have a love/hate relationship with shoes? Is there a woman alive, of any age, who hasn’t bought the wrong shoes for the wrong reasons? Is there a woman alive who hasn’t suffered excruciating pain as a result of wearing poorly… Read more »

From Where I Sit – Strange But True

Anyone wishing to stay on top of world happenings can now easily do so through television, radio, Internet and newspapers. In typical double-edged-sword fashion, this is both good and bad. Sixty years ago, people’s worlds were smaller and more insular. It took days, weeks or even months to hear what was happening in the next… Read more »

From Where I Sit – Head Case

Checking dictionaries and medical books for the meaning of the word skull yields all sorts of interesting facts. My dictionary defines it as “a bone framework enclosing the brain of a vertebrate” (Soanes & Stevenson, 2004). From my medical books, I learned that the cranium is the domed back, top and sides of the skull… Read more »

From Where I Sit – It’s About Time

Canadian pride is a rare and elusive thing. The stereotypical Canadian is self-effacing, humble, apologetic, and meek. In some perverse way, we’re actually proud of this image. I call it “aw shucks, little ol’ me” thinking accompanied by downcast eyes and a toe digging in the dirt. We don’t as a rule blow our own… Read more »

From Where I Sit – Clean Slate

Beginning on New Year’s eve afternoon and continuing on to the next day, Roy and I finally tackled the laminate flooring job that’s been hanging over us for months. No champagne, no dance, no party, no midnight kiss (we’ve both been under the weather for some time and really didn’t need to swap bacteria). In… Read more »

From Where I Sit – Urban Cowboy

One only needs to watch the music stations on satellite TV for a few hours to notice a certain interchange-ability between the stars. It may be the continual shrinking of the world through media and technology. It may be that I’ve been around the block a time or two. It may be that the spate… Read more »

From Where I Sit – Extreme Weather

On Sunday, Roy and I were outside trying to do some catch-up on the mowing and yard work that had stalled during a week of rain. It was Roy who first noticed the menacing funnel cloud forming to the south-east. We couldn’t quite believe our eyes. I now have a better understanding of the so-called… Read more »

From Where I Sit – Rest In Peace

As I struggle to come to grips with the death of yet another friend, I am confused. How can we prepare ourselves for death? How can we delay its approach? How can we live to our fullest potential? Recently, a motivational speaker reminded delegates at a conference that I attended that God’s question to each… Read more »

From Where I Sit – Follow The Signs

After work on Friday the 13th, I set out to Jackfish Lodge in Saskatchewan, the site of a board/management planning session. Each participant had been provided, about a month earlier, with a description of the facility and a website address for more information. More recently, we received a photocopy of a Saskatchewan road map. The… Read more »