<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><!-- generator="WordPress/2.9.1" -->
<rss version="0.92">
<channel>
	<title>evbishop.com</title>
	<link>http://evbishop.com</link>
	<description>The Official Online Presence of Ev Bishop</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 19:39:59 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs>
	<language>en</language>
	
	<item>
		<title>November Nesting &#8211; Make a warm drink, grab a book, settle in . . .</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The snow is coming and accompanying it, with any luck, is some truly nasty weather.  Why the ill sounding wish?  Wet, white and wind create the perfect excuse (as if you need one!) to do nothing but snuggle into the couch with a book.  
If you aren’t nodding your head excitedly at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=340</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Falling Back</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Falling Back
In autumn time is jumbled—fast-forwarded, yet simultaneously slowed.  Maybe it’s the way the leaves change colour seemingly every hour, definitely day by day.  Or the way the mornings feel like winter, bright afternoons like summer, and evenings like the season it is.  Maybe it’s that returning to schedules makes everything feel [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=337</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Pen Caving</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes in the middle of a moment or event, I find myself slightly removed, watching with my psychic pen in hand, wondering even as I experience something how I will write about it.
This strange, constantly penning side of my brain often draws parallels between adventures I’m having and my writing life.  One of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=327</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>August Already</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Aw, 10:00 p.m. and it’s dark.  Already.   At the end of June, July and August stretch out like suntanned limbs and the days ahead feel like they’ll never fade.  But they always do—and so quickly.  Like dark chocolate, summer is bittersweet: delicious, then gone. 
Right now my house is full [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=309</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Apple Boxes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
When I was little, my family and I spent a year living in Vancouver.  I’m surprised by the vivid memories of that short time—it made quite an impression, quite possibly because I didn’t hate it.  I shared a miniscule L-shaped bedroom with my brother and my sister in an ancient, tiny house in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=305</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Grass Stained</title>
		<description><![CDATA[First published in The Terrace Standard, June 24, 2009
I was driving my daughter’s boyfriend home the other day, when I was struck by wonderful take-me-back sight.  He lives in a freshly built house, in an area that’s seen a lot of recent development. The object of my, “Oh, I love those!” was a large [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=280</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Growing Ideas</title>
		<description><![CDATA[First published in The Terrace Standard, May 27, 2009
As I sit down to write today, my fingers and hands look like they’ve seen a war.  Small festering prickles are imbedded here and there, my nails are blackened and broken, and I have defensive wounds on my forearms.  My beautiful thorny rosebush attacked me [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=272</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>A Spring Ramble</title>
		<description><![CDATA[First published in the Terrace Standard, April 29, 2009
I’m always amazed at how Terrace goes from cold to warm and from grey to green almost over night.  I’m not the only one excited about the sunshine and white fluffy clouds reclaiming the leaden sky—the streets are alive with people jogging, walking, long boarding, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=257</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Working It Out</title>
		<description><![CDATA[First published in the Terrace Standard, March 26th, 2009
I’ve been writing for a lot of years now, and along the way, I’ve noticed some uncomfortable tendencies that lurk within my wordy self.  When life gets hard, I like to try to avoid whatever it is that’s making it hard. I don’t think I’m alone [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=222</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Make a Path</title>
		<description><![CDATA[First published in the Terrace Standard, January 28th, 2009
Many years ago, when I was still a smoker, I was walking to a newly discovered favourite spot to smoke, when I happened to glance down.  With a bit of shock, I realized that the grass I tread had already worn into an obvious trail.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=197</link>
			</item>
</channel>
</rss>
