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  • Jan 22, 2025 | christiancourier.ca | Katie Munnik

    January days are short, and evenings draw in quickly. After the bright sparkle of the Christmas season and the New Year’s fireworks, quiet winter settles around us with its early shadows and dark nights as we shift back to routine and daily life. This feels fitting. After the vibrant storytelling of the nativity, Love Incarnate, too, steps out of the limelight and into the shelter of family life. Isn’t limelight a funny, lovely word?

  • Dec 18, 2024 | christiancourier.ca | Katie Munnik

    Sunday morning, up before dawn, and the smell of the oven preheating, a machine hum in the empty café. Outside the street was empty, and I could see the kitchen lights reflecting in the dark shop windows across the way. I was a university student then, working part-time in a downtown coffee shop around the corner from my small apartment. On the weekends, I had the early shift.

  • Nov 11, 2024 | christiancourier.ca | Katie Munnik

    November takes us on a strange journey from All Soul’s Day to Advent, with Remembrance Day in between. I’ve been thinking about the poem “In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae. Like everyone else my age, I remember memorizing it in school and reeling it off with my class, all standing chock-a-block in assembly together with solemn looks pasted on our faces and hidden pride at remembering the words, or maybe fear we might forget. A complicated set of emotions for Grade Three.

  • Oct 28, 2024 | christiancourier.ca | Katie Munnik

    Last spring, I had the chance to participate in a Writers at Work program at the Hay Festival, a large book festival in Wales. It was an amazing experience: for ten days, I was one of ten early-career writers treated to a full schedule of private masterclasses and events with some of the biggest names in literature. In addition, we had our own private workshop tent in the middle of the festival site, where we could sit and work on our own writing. But this was tricky.

  • Sep 11, 2024 | christiancourier.ca | Katie Munnik

    I’m washing smoke from my kids’ summer clothes after our holiday travels. I sink raincoats into a soapy bucket and watch the water swirl and turn grey with the charcoal smoke of family barbeques and campfires. It makes me smile at the memories, but of course there has been worse smoke in the air, too, this summer. It’s been another bad year for forest fires. Ottawa poet Jean Van Loon describes the sweet-bitter stink of charred wood. I pour away the ashen water, and her words catch in my throat.

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