Seeing the ends of the earth

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When our girls were still quite young, my husband Norm and I moved our family from our fast-paced life and work in Chicago to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, where Norm had accepted a teaching position. Feeling a bit like Abraham and Sarah, we made a radical change of landscape.

We had no time to transition from the modern architecture of downtown Chicago to the seemingly empty prairies of Saskatchewan. While Norm drove the truck with our belongings, the girls and I simply got on a plane at O'Hare and landed at the tiny airport in Saskatoon, where I batted the gnats away from my face and breathed in the fragrant and strangely silent prairie air.