Chris Hardie

We need more visiting in the world

In the 1970s we had what my late grandmother Cecile Hardie called visiting. It was a very informal process, but involved three specific steps.

Spring day clears the mind

There comes a day every year in the midst of the dance of the seasons when winter allows spring a brief interlude. 

Resilience will see us through

None of us would be here today if our ancestors hadn’t been resilient. Some faced unimaginable challenges or horrors. Some paths were easier. But all were resilient.

A flat tire fiasco

You have to get a grip on reality when the rubber hits the road. That’s just how I roll. 

Finally, a book

My love for stories and story-telling carried over into college and my journalism career, where I wrote and later edited thousands of stories. But despite good intentions, much encouragement from readers and a strong desire, I’ve never put together those stories.
Until now.

Sledding recaptures winter memories

When we wanted some serious sledding, we’d make the trip to the steeper hills across the creek. Sometimes we’d be joined by cousins and we’d pile as many as we could onto the  six-foot toboggan, a jumbled mass of crossed arms and legs.

The point where surveys begin

As we near the end of another year and the beginning of another, I’m feeling a bit philosophical. Or it could be the result of overindulging on holiday food and spirits.

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