The early-morning sun slanted in through the eastern windows of the Jacksons’ sunroom, turning to fiery gold the leaves of the single birch tree outside, alone among the oak trees already barren and looking ready for winter. Andrew and Rose were ensconced in their favourite chairs, each with a cup of fresh coffee beside them,
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Drama teachers, mailroom clerks and politics
The Jacksons: From the Nov. 5 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Thoughts on a long election campaign finally coming to an end
The Jacksons: From the Oct. 22 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Andrew Jackson whistled a cheerful tune as he walked briskly up the sidewalk, away from his house, in the direction of Main Street. Sparrows, chickadees and redpolls launched themselves out of the hedges as he approached, only to return seconds later, chirping their displeasure, when he had passed. A tiny dog yapped at him from
“It’ll be a good Thanksgiving… if the potatoes are edible”
The Jacksons: From the Oct. 8 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
This year Thanksgiving came early. At least it did for the Jackson family. With the kids all grown up and saddled with spouses and boyfriends and kids, finding five hours where everybody was available at the same time turned out to be like drawing up the regular-season schedule for the NHL. Complicated, in other words.
Cookies for breakfast? Maybe just for dessert
The Jacksons: From the Sept. 24 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Rose Jackson sat at the dining room table in the old Jackson farmhouse, a book propped up on the table in front of her and a steaming cup of coffee beside it. She paused in her reading to gaze out of the window, where the warm autumn sun lit up the big old elm tree
The ‘goodnight’ app and patent trolls
The Jacksons: From the Sept. 10 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Hi Dad.” Jennifer Jackson pulled her hair back into a ponytail and rubbed sleep out of her eyes with the back of her hands as she crossed the dining room, heading for the coffee pot on the counter. Andrew looked up from the newspaper he had spread out on the table and gave his daughter
Elections and good vs. evil on the Internet
The Jacksons: From the August 27 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Andrew Jackson ambled up the street in the direction of the coffee shop, adjusting the peak of his John Deere hat to keep the sun out of his eyes, and nodding to the few people who drove by on their various Saturday errands. He paused at the door to the hardware store, then turned to
Love, and the secret to good barbeque
The Jacksons: From the July 30 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
There is nothing better than the smell of charred meat!” Brady Jackson sat down in a chair downwind from the barbecue and inhaled deeply. His wife Amanda sat down next to him. “That does smell amazing,” she agreed. “It’s all in the coals,” said Andrew, who was standing over the barbecue, holding a stopwatch. “Hickory-infused
University education, philosophy and a bereft bank account
The Jacksons: From the July 16 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
My question is this,” said Jennifer Jackson from the chair she was occupying in the sun porch of her parents’ home. “If there is no space and there is no time, then how can anything be said to exist? I mean this house exists by taking up space. My words exist without taking up space
The joy of babysitting comes to grandma’s door
The Jacksons: From the June 18 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Grandma!” The front door of Andrew and Rose Jackson’s house flew open and four-year-old Allison burst into the dining room, her parents, Randy and Jackie following behind her. “Allie darling,” Jackie chided setting Allison’s little brother Andy down on the floor, “we need to ring the doorbell before we go dashing in!” Andy toddled off
Sibling rivalry, sharing a beer and childhood secrets
The Jacksons: From the June 4 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Jennifer Jackson stepped out of the front door of the Jackson house and stood on the porch, gazing out at the world around her. An oriole burst into song from somewhere in the leafy depths of the gigantic elm tree on the front lawn and in the distance she could could hear the faint echo
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